The Cost of Doing Business (closed)

Travis smiled at the luscious pair as they walked up to him. Both Jessica and Candy and hair damp from their showers. Jessica had donned her original clothes, which looked only mildly wrinkled. Her face was once again obscured by the blindfold, so her arm was entwined with Candy's for guidance.

Candy had donned yet another robe. Judging by outline of her body beneath the fabric, she had foregone underwear again.

Candy escorted them to the exit, where Travis settled his bill. He winced slightly at the amount. This had not been an inexpensive outing. Still, he could hardly say the expense wasn't worth it. Certainly this experience would be one worth repeating. Just perhaps not right away.

"Thank you for your . . . assistance," Travis concluded, not sure exactly how to describe Candy's role. "I've never experienced anything quite like it."

Candy inclined her head in acknowledgement and smiled. "Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed yourselves. Perhaps we will do it again sometime." She pulled a slip of paper from inside her robe and tucked it into Jessica's hand. "Should you ever wish to reach me outside of work . . . ." Candy winked and then retreated back into the club.

Travis raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. "Alright, time to go." He took Jessica's arm and guided her out into the late night. After helping her into the car, he got in and drove.

"You can remove the blindfold now," he suggested. "Where do you want me to drop you? I can drop you off by your house; I do know the way. I can even do it a block away if you are afraid to be seen, though I doubt anyone is awake at this hour."
 
In a strange way, Jessica felt a bit safer back behind the blindfold. It was like putting a wall up between herself and this club and all that had happened tonight. This was new to her - a world that she had heard existed but never really paid attention to the stories. Now she knew. Now she has seen it for herself. And she was surprised at her reaction. That was, if she was willing to be truthful to herself. She would mull things over once she was home in bed. Maybe.

Candy made idle chatter on the way to find Travis. The woman was very popular, greeting various people both male and female, and it was probably just as well that she did not see the appreciative glances that came their way.

She recognized Travis' voice as she was passed off to him. 'Package delivered' she thought to herself. She thanked Candy for her assistance and suddenly felt something pressed into her hand. A piece of paper?

Should you ever wish to reach me outside of work . . . .

Blindfolded, she missed Travis' questioning look. She quickly palmed the piece of paper and thanked the woman.

And with that, they headed back out into the night air. She was tired and knew it was late. She needed to get home. Needed to talk to Kenneth. Wished that she could have a stiff drink. She had been served alcohol at the club but had only pretended to drink.

When he told her to, she removed the blindfold. Tonight was certainly eye opening. A glance at the clock told her it was very late.

Where do you want me to drop you? I can drop you off by your house; I do know the way. I can even do it a block away if you are afraid to be seen, though I doubt anyone is awake at this hour.

"No, my car is parked about a mile or so from where you picked me up." She said nothing else other than to direct him to the parking lot of a strip mall. In the dark sat her car. As he pulled up beside it, she thanked him for the ride and quickly got into her car.

The drive home was quick and quiet as she thought about what she had to do when she got home.

All was dark and quiet at home as she quickly jumped into the shower, trying to remove all traces of what had occurred tonight. Once she was in her gown, she climbed into bed and Kenneth automatically rolled over to pull her close to him. The kiss was sweet.

"I'm glad you're home. Hope you enjoyed your evening out with the girls."

"Um-hm. Kenneth, I need to tell you something. We're having a baby."
 
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"Hello?" The voice on the other end sounded sleepy, even though it was already noon."

"Candy? Its Michael . . . from the Underground . . . ." No signal of recognition followed, so Travis added further details. "Was a couple weeks ago, almost? You tied me up?" Still nothing. "I was there with my wife, Madison?"

"Madison!" Candy's voice warmed noticeably. "Of course! How is she doing?"

"She's fine," Travis replied. "Or, at least, she will be. She's been out sick with the flu lately. Lot of it going around. But she'll be back to her old self in another day or so.

Travis was somewhat speculating at this point. He had barely seen Jessica the last couple of weeks. She'd avoided him after the night at the sex club, and then she'd been showing up late or not at all to work. Her secretary had steadfastly refused to divulge details on why. Jessica also certainly wasn't telling him what was going on.

Curious though he was, he knew better than to try and track her down. Smarter to just wait. One thing he knew was that for all her bluster, Jessica loved having sex with him as much as he did. Maybe even more. So if he was jonesing for her now, then she would be, too. Eventually she'd have to seek him out.

In the meantime, he needed some relief before he was driven to complete distraction. He'd found Candy's number in his car, so Jessica had probably dropped it. Since he doubted Jessica was going to use it, Travis figured he might as well try it and see. "In the meantime, though, I wondered if you and I might get together. I thought we had a good time and could try it again."

Candy paled on the other end of the phone. She'd met a lot guys named Michael at the club, but there was no forgetting this one. Him and his horse cock. Just thinking about it made her shudder. And the crazy part was that she couldn't decide whether she more frightened or aroused by the prospect.

"I usually don't do sessions with couples without both present," Candy lied. The truth was that normally she didn't care. But she wasn't sure she could handle that much dick on her own. Plus, she had really enjoyed Madison. It had been awhile since Candy had craved a woman, but Madison was special. She definitely did not want to lose the opportunity.

"Oh, really? I'm sure she wouldn't mind. She could always join us when she feels better."

"Hmm." Candy paused. "Before I answer that question, answer one for me. If your name is Michael, why does your Caller ID say 'Travis'?"

Travis blanched. Dammit. He hadn't thought of that. Fuck. How could he fix this? What story would be most believable?

"Because we gave you fake names at the club. It was her first time there and she was afraid of letting folks know her real name, so we used pseudonyms.

Candy blinked. Wow. Honesty wasn't what she expected. Most of the guys at the club were creeps, so she expected him to lie through his teeth. She let her hand drift between her thighs. An actual decent guy? That was definitely sexy.

"So what's Madison's real name?"

Travis hesitated. "That's not really my secret to tell. If she feels comfortable telling you, she will."

Chivalrous, too. Candy's finger caressed herself through her silk panties. Definitely hot. "So are you two even married."

"No. Well, not exactly. I'm not married, but she is. To someone else."

Candy bit her lip to keep from moaning. Madison (or whatever her real name was) was having an illicit affair with some hyper-endowed boy toy. So fucking hot! This woman was such a player!

"Okay," Candy replied eventually. "You're hardly the first person to use a fake name, but I appreciate you being truthful with me. It shows respect and I like that." She thought a moment. "Have Madison give me a call. If she's cool with it, I'll schedule a time with you."

"But while I'm thinking about of it, you should know that the club has an amateur night coming up. I think the two of you should consider it."

Travis eyes widened. Jessica on a stage? In front of people? It sounded amazing, but she'd never go for it. Not in a million years. Never. "Tell me more."
 
Kenneth was over the moon. He went out and bought her a necklace to commentate it - two hearts interlocked with a smaller heart in the center. It was a sweet gesture, but she felt guilty every time she wore it.

The next couple of weeks was spent throwing up in the toilet. Kenneth wanted her to stay home and get some rest and he delighted in rubbing her abdomen, the small but growing bulge slowly becoming more obvious.

As to work, the very next day after her wild night at the sex club with Travis, when she went to work, she was caught by her secretary several time throwing up in her private bathroom. There was no putting things off. She sat the young lady down.

"In answer to your unspoken question, yes, I am pregnant. I am going to ask you to keep mum about this for the time being. If people ask, let's say that I have a case of the flu. That sounds feasible."

Her secretary nodded her understanding. "I'm depends upon you to keep my secret for the time being."

And Sally did. After several weeks of morning sickness and an overprotective Kenneth, she was starting to feel a bit better. The weird thing was that she found herself missing Travis and his mammoth cock. With Kenneth at work and left alone resting in bed, she would find her fingers between her legs, imagining be fucked by him while Candy watched. Or sometimes the Asian woman would hold her arms while Travis spread her legs and fucked her until they all came. She had quite vivid fantasies and wondered if it was due to the pregnancy.

She wondered how Travis would handle the news. He was bound to know that it was his. She wondered just how many children he had sired. He didn't wear condoms - hell, did they even make condoms that large? She wondered just how many women had managed to be successfully fucked by old Vlad and his huge pike.

It was a Thursday morning. Her last week or so of work had been sporadic at best. Sally followed her in to her office and closed the door.

"Yes, Sally?"

"Mr. Henderson wants to see you in his office as soon as you get in. He asked if I knew what you had but I told him that as far as I knew, it was some kind of flu."

Jessica nodded. "Thank you. I appreciate your confidentiality. I'll announce my pregnancy to him. I'm sure that it will soon get around the office so if you are asked, you can confirm that it is true."

Jessica had not been wearing one of her usual suits. Already she had noticed that they were a bit uncomfortable and instead had chosen a dress that was not so form fitting. And once it was announced that she was pregnant, the possibility of stepping into the new position would probably disappear for her.

Thirty minutes later, Sally looked up as Mrs. Parker returned to her office. She did not look real happy, and she suspected that the meeting had not gone as the woman had hoped. Mrs. Parker strode past and closed the door. Within thirty minutes, the first secretary sidled by, hesitating long enough to ask if it was true.

"Is what true?" Sally played ignorance.

"Is JD expecting?"

"Yes."

And so it went all morning. Sally was so glad when lunch time came. She was tired of answering questions and asked if she could take an extra long. She wanted to get away. JD nodded her consent and Sally headed out for a nice leisurely lunch.

Jessica sat in her office, her head in her hands. Old Henderson had spouted that he had been afraid that something like this would happen when they considered a woman for the position. She was informed that her pregnancy would have to be taken into account when the final decision was made.

The whole idea that this was all for naught made her sick at her stomach. She made it just in time, throwing up in the toilet.
 
After his conversation with Candy, Travis re-doubled his efforts to see Jessica. Unfortunately, her secretary proved no less tenacious in intervening. His efforts to reach her went in vain. Unless he wanted to cause a scene, he couldn't see her at the office.

After nearly a week of her avoidance, he had to take a different tack. After calling in sick, he spent the afternoon staking out her car in the company garage. Lurking amongst the Cadillacs and BMWs proved boring and chilly, so he was in an unpleasant mood when he finally spotted her.

Taking advantage the absence of bystanders,.he stepped out of the shadows as she unlocked her car. "Our deal was that you answer my calls, Jessica," he growled as he placed a hand on the driver's door, preventing her from opening it. "You've been dodging me for nearly two weeks. Not. Acceptable."

His eyes swept up and down her frame, looking closely at the shape of her abdomen. "Also, the water cooler gossip is that you've got a bun in the oven. Is that true?"
 
After over two weeks of no Travis, she found that she really did miss him. It was stupid. Totally unacceptable. But the truth, nevertheless. So when she did see him again, it was a surprise and a relief, exciting and disturbing all at once. Though she certainly didn't expect him in the company garage. He came out of the shadows as she was getting in the car, or at least starting to, his hand stopping that. And he did not seem happy.

Our deal was that you answer my calls, Jessica. You've been dodging me for nearly two weeks. Not. Acceptable.

She saw him looking her over. She knew that word had gotten to him. Complete strangers at the firm had been coming up to her to congratulate her. So it didn't surprise her that he knew.

What was irritating was that just the sound of his voice set in her body's response, like Pavlov's stupid pet. Between her legs began getting wet, her silk panties accepting the moisture.

He looked her up and down and she thought that she noted a slight smile on his face. She no longer was wearing the tight, form fitting professional suits but instead looser dresses. Not maternity clothes. Not yet.

Also, the water cooler gossip is that you've got a bun in the oven. Is that true?

She paused for a moment. Here it comes.

"Yes, it is true that I am expecting a baby. I'm sorry that you were ignored but I assumed that you would prefer to not be thrown up on. My secretary is very protective of me at this moment." She tried to keep her cool, very aware that at any moment one of the company executives could come into view.

"As I recall, you called in sick today. You must be feeling better and I assume that you will be at work tomorrow?"
 
Travis held up a cautionary finger. "Don't change the subject, Jess," he warned. "You've been holding out on me. That's not part of our arrangement."

A smile suddenly appeared. "But since you did mention my feeling better, I think you could help me with that."

Travis stepped close enough to Jessica for his chest to brush against hers. With her car behind her, she couldn't move away without sidling past him; however, his stance silently suggested that he would likely move to block such a maneuver.

He then took Jessica's left hand by the wrist and pulled it down to his crotch. Being this close to her had been all the trigger he required to fire up his unsatisfied libido. The swelling hardness in his pants was unmistakable.

"I've got this throbbing ache down there and I think you know just how to deal with it," he murmured. Travis tugged at her dress with his free hand, pulling it up her body to expose her thighs. "I think here and now is as good a place as any."
 
She ignored his chastisement. But when he cornered her against her car, this angered her. Her body was reacting to him and she hated its traitorous actions. His fingers were strong as they wrapped around her wrist and pulled her hand down to the growing bulge in his pants. That bulge that she knew so well. That had fathered the baby that grew within her. He had not asked but surely he knew it just as much as she did.

I've got this throbbing ache down there and I think you know just how to deal with it. I think here and now is as good a place as any.

She had to stop this now. Now was not the time. She slapped at his hands as she tried pulling back down her dress.

"No it's not. Stop it, Travis. You know that this garage has CCTV. At least show some discretion. I'll meet you somewhere else but not here. I'm not saying no, I'm saying not here."

She heard the ding of the elevator and pushed hard against him, hoping that he would see sense and pull back before the doors opened and whoever it was saw them.
 
"Those cameras only cover the elevators and stairs," Travis fired back. "We're totally fine-!"

The ding of the elevator in the half-empty garage carried clearly to their position. Travis mumbled a curse. The elevators might not see over here amongst the cars, but the leggy Jessica and her prominent locks would be easily seen over the tops of the cars. Best get out of sight.

He ducked down into a crouch, his body still leaning against Jessica's legs. He heard the clack of heels on concrete followed by a friendly shout. "Hey, Jessica, glad I caught you."

Damn. Mary Kay Albright was personal secretary to COO Halpin, so definitely not someone Jessica could blow off. The footsteps stopped several yards away and the sound of car alarm chirp and a door opening followed. Mary Ellen had apparently parked a couple rows over from Jessica, putting a BMW and a Jag between them.

"I wanted to congratulate you, Jessica," Mary Kay called out across the intervening cars. "I heard you were pregnant. Must be a few months along if you're telling people, right? I thought I'd noticed you'd gained a little up top. Whew, I got so big with my first. Had to buy a whole truckload of bras. Has your milk come in yet? I didn't get mine till late, but my sister started filling up in the first couple months. If you ever need any advice, I can give you the whole experience. All the stuff the books don't tell you . . . . "

Travis tuned out of what was shaping up to be 15 minutes of Mary Kay blathering on. Still, he didn't see any reason why that had to keep him bored. After all, with the cars in the way, she could only see Jessica from the shoulders on up. No way she could see him so long as he didn't stand up.

Grinning to himself, Travis slid his hands underneath Jessica's dress. She tensed, but trying to swat him away in earnest might attract Mary Kay's interest. Yup, he had her at his mercy. His hands continued upward along her thighs until he felt her silk panties at his fingertips.
 
That damn Travis! He was going to get her fired with his antics. Just as the elevator door opened, he ducked down, his breath hot against her legs. She turned as the sound of high heels and a friendly shout out.

Hey, Jessica, glad I caught you.

"Yes, Mary Kay?"

I wanted to congratulate you, Jessica. I heard you were pregnant. Must be a few months along if you're telling people, right? I thought I'd noticed you'd gained a little up top. Whew, I got so big with my first. Had to buy a whole truckload of bras. Has your milk come in yet? I didn't get mine till late, but my sister started filling up in the first couple months. If you ever need any advice, I can give you the whole experience. All the stuff the books don't tell you . . . .

She tried to pay attention to what the woman was saying, and answer coherently. But Travis seemed determined to make her life a hellish pleasure. She was stuck where she was, unable to shut the woman up and unable to stop Travis or even swat at him. Her butt cheeks tightened in her silk panties as she glued a smile on her face as Mary Kay, thinking that it was just the two of them, spoke about thing that Jessica was sure had the woman known they were not alone, she wouldn't have mentioned.

"Paul loved the milk, sucked on my...well, you know, so much that I had to remind him that there was a baby for me to feed. Mind you, the whole thing was a turn on for both of us. In fact, I found myself turned on by the slightest things. Course that's just between the two of us. Have you started craving anything yet? With my first, it was peanut butter and coleslaw. Used to make Paul turn green when I ate it. Can't stand it now. With my second, it was gummy bears. I must have eaten a truckload of them..."

She felt Travis' head under her dress, his fingers creeping up her thighs, fingertips brushing against her silk undies. He would discover them soaked, her body turned on. Thank god Mary Kay could not see her breast. She was sure that they practically poked through her bra and her top. She had needed to purchase new ones - larger and padded to soak up the leaking that had already started with her body.

Damn Travis! She held onto the car door as Mary Kay continued.
 
Travis dimly heard Jessica making conversation. He grinned. This could be fun.

Beneath Jessica's dress, her arousal was already apparent. He'd barely even touched her and yet her panties were already damp to the touch. He ran his finger along the silk, tracing the ridges of her labia. He drew a tight circle around her obviously hard clit.

To her credit, she bore the stimulus well. Her voice changed tone slightly and she clamped her thighs together, but she didn't give away what was happening. Good.

Travis extended his tongue and licked her through the silk. How far could he push her? Could he edge her until Mary Kay went away?
 
Travis was driving her insane. And Mary Kay, with her palaver, was infuriating. His finger traced along the silken material and she had to fight hard not to moan and groan with his actions.

She tried to keep her legs together to prevent his actions but then she felt his breath on her panties and she bit her lip and nodded to Mary Kay's drivel.

"...and pregnancy sex is great. If you're already pregnant, you can't get more pregnant. Of course, eventually the baby gets in the way on some things, but one always finds a way around that. My dresses were always..."

She found this all so exciting and scary and exhilarating. She could feel milk leaking from her breast as his tongue licked her panties.
 
Travis wanted to chuckle. Jessica's thighs twitched against his face as he continued to tongue her panties. It was clearly taking much of her willpower to remain standing and conversing. Her focus must be incredible.

Seeing her so obviously aroused proved quite the excitement for himself. His cock strained against his pants already. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over and plow right into her.

He smiled again as he imagined Mary Kay's reaction. She would probably be mortified to see Jessica slammed up against a car wailing as he pumped into her with reckless abandon. Or maybe she'd be excited and jealous.

Perhaps fortunately, he never got the chance to find out. He heard Mary Kay winding up the conversation and bidding farewell to Jessica. A few beats later, a car door slammed and an engine rumbled to life. Their audience was driving away.

Undeterred, he kept at his oral teasing. He was going to make Jessica cum before this day was through.
 
Finally the empty-headed woman began to run out of things to say. She gritted her teeth and smiled, promising to remember what Mary Kay said. Whatever that was.

"Thank you Mary Kay. I'll keep that in mind."

She vaguely heard the woman laugh as she got in her car and started it, pulling out to head home leaving Jessica in a quandary. She should move. She should. Move. But she wanted Travis to continue. No, to stop. Stop!

All she could think of was Travis and his persistent tongue tickling her clit through the silk panties as she leaned against the car, her milk leaking into her bra cups.

"Stop Travis. You've got..." She tensed up and spoke through gritted teeth. "...got to stop." Her voice became strained. "Please..."
 
Travis heard the strain in Jessica's voice. Why did she always resist pleasure? Why couldn't she just enjoy it?

Travis stood up and grabbed Jessica by the waist. He hefted her up onto the hood of the car, pushing her dress over her hips in the process. He cupped her sodden panties with his hand and gently squeezed until he could feel her clit beneath his palm.

"I don't have to do anything," he grinned. "You're past due on your debt to me and I'm about to collect." He reached for the belt on his pants.
 
This was all out in the open where just anyone could see. He had promised to keep this thing quiet.

Suddenly, he stood up and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her onto the hood of her own car. The smell of her desire was strong as he had pushed the skirt of her dress up around her waist. Her wet silk panties cold against the hood of her car as he found her clit and teased it. Her gasp echoed through the garage.

I don't have to do anything. You're past due on your debt to me and I'm about to collect.

He started to unbuckle his belt. To fuck her here where they could be caught. No!

"Travis, not here in the open. We can go somewhere, somewhere where we cannot be caught. A motel room? I promise that I will meet you there. Please. Travis, we could be seen. You promised that you would help keep it a secret."

She closed her eyes trying to stay calm.

"Travis, I'm not denying you the right to fuck me. Let us just do it somewhere where we can't be caught."
 
"We won't be caught here," Travis countered. "Maybe if you worked reasonable hours and went home like everyone else at quitting time. But little Ms. Perfect has to work even longer hours than anyone else. Gotta earn that promotion, don't you?"

Fishing his cock out of his pants when fully hard was definitely not going to happen. Travis let his pants drop and let his turgid phallus spring to life. He then smacked her panty-clad pussy with it

Travis, I'm not denying you the right to fuck me. Let us just do it somewhere where we can't be caught." just to watch her shiver.

" Bullshit. You're been denying me for almost two weeks by avoiding me. You want to fuck me, but yet you delight in denying me out of spite. I'm fucking tired of it, Jess. "

Travis roughly shoved the damp silk panties aside and lodged his cock into her wet pussy. "Maybe later we can talk about the hotel. But now you're getting fucked in this parking garage." He sank his cock into her tight canal, grunting as her tight pussy closed around his throbbing cock.
 
She could see that there was no reasoning with him, and in a way it made things more exciting. His terse words told her that he could, he would not be delayed. And when he dropped his pants, she was greeted with the proof of his need for her. That magnificently huge cock strained to her and as he took it in his hand and hit it against her sex, she could not stop the shiver that ran through her body. The anticipation was almost as wonderful as the actual act. Almost. Nothing could really replace the feel of his huge cock spreading her labia lips as they tightly stretched to accommodate the girth of his mammoth member as it bored deeply into her. Filling her full of his potent cum. Seed that had made the baby growing inside her body.

As she sat on the hood of her car, her body aching for what only Travis could give her, his words pressed to the background. She realized that she really wanted this. To be taken in an animalistic sort of way was exciting. Fucked on the hood of her own car! In a parking garage.

Bullshit. You're been denying me for almost two weeks by avoiding me. You want to fuck me, but yet you delight in denying me out of spite. I'm fucking tired of it, Jess.

He yanked the crotch of the silk panties, so wet that they almost dripped, and pressed that fat cockhead against her wet slit, pressing it into her.

Maybe later we can talk about the hotel. But now you're getting fucked in this parking garage.

And with that he pressed his cock the rest of the way in, her pussy welcoming the stretch. She leaned back, moaning as her sex gripped his cock, it's hold tight as if it didn't want to let go of him. Subconsciously she wrapped her legs around his thighs to help pull him deep into her. Her breast felt even heavier as the new bra worked to soak up what she could feel leaking from her nipples.
 
"God, you're fucking tight," Travis groaned as he sank into Jessica. He thought that being pregnant might change her, but she felt just as snug as ever.

Judging by her expression, she seemed to agree. He could see the war of pleasure and pain across her face as his girth stretched her. That he clearly was too big for her and yet she so clearly enjoyed him was a delicious turn-on.

Jessica was if anything more beautiful with her pregnancy. The slight curve of her belly felt warm against his abs when he sank into her. The front of her dress had become stippled with damp spots from her breasts as milk trickled out of her. He felt his cock swell within her as his ardor grew.

Travis afforded her no mercy despite her condition. He powered into Jessica, making her car rock slightly beneath him. The possibility that the elevator doors might open up at any moment and force them to hide only added to his fervor.
 
It was all so deliciously tight and she groaned as he pumped deep into her. She was at his mercy, his hands gripping her hips and her breast jiggling in time. She glanced down to note that apparently the bra pads were soaked and her milk was now starting to seep through to her dress. If she was producing this much this early in her pregnancy, heaven help her once the baby was born.

Damn, this was sinfully, wickedly wonderful. The chance of possibly being caught was a strange turn on. What kind of person was she becoming, or rather what was Travis turning her into? The car rocked in time to his thrusts and groans, her legs wrapped around him helping to pull him deep into her. She kept one ear open, listening for the open of the stairwell door or the ding of the elevator.

And obviously, Travis had needed her. With the anaconda in his pants, not just every woman could or would be willing to be fucked by Travis. Certainly no virgin could, without being torn asunder. Just when had this thing with him changed from being fucked to fucking? The night of the sex club? She would have to contemplate on that later. Right now, poor Kenneth was at his business, no idea about his wife. She felt momentarily shamed.
 
Excitement and need pushed Travis quickly to the edge. "Mmmm! Mmmmmmm! Fuuuuuuuck!" His grunts echoed off the concrete walls in counterpoint to the creaking of the axles.

When his climax came a short time later, he watched Jessica's reaction with delight. Seeing he was a face as he flooded her with cum was priceless.

In the aftermath, he wanted to merely stay there, pinning her shapely body and bedraggled clothes to the hood of her car. Still, even he realized that the risk of getting caught at this late hour was still not zero. Jessica wasn't the only one in the office who liked to work late. Someone might still exit that elevator.

"That was great," he breathed. "But perhaps we'd best get going. Might be hard to explain why you're lying on the hood of your car."

 
The closer he headed towards his grand finale, the harder and faster he pumped. And, to her shame, she found herself enjoying it. Actually wanting it. For the harder he pushed into her, it seemed to push thoughts if Kenneth away. She joined him in this aberration of propriety. His grunts and groans reflecting the feelings coursing through her at that moment.

They seemed to come at about the same time, his warm seed filling her as she felt her body clamp down on him. Muscles worked to milk the potent cum from him and she threw her head back, giving a moan as milk leaked from her breast. Damn, he knew how to fuck.

She felt his cock slowly return to rest. Travis' resting state was larger than many men when they were at full size. Still, she felt empty when he pulled out. Her silk panties had ripped when he had shoved them aside and her dress was still bunched up around her waist as she looked at him, still dazed from the encounter.

That was great. But perhaps we'd best get going. Might be hard to explain why you're lying on the hood of your car.

She nodded and slid off the hood, leaving a big smear of body juices on her car. She couldn't speak. The combination of shame and exhilaration coursed through her.

Climbing behind the wheel and revving up the car, she pulled out of her parking spot, leaving him in the garage.

On the way home, she went through one of those automatic car washes, hoping to remove traces of her indiscretion. As she sat in the car, water and suds and big blue brushes enveloped her in a cocoon of soap and noise, she had a chance to think.

Travis' words had come true. "But if word gets out, then your story is that you're crazy about me because you just can't get enough of my cock. No telling people you're doing any of this against your will."

It was true. She was addicted to his cock.
 
For a brief moment, Travis saw Jessica enjoying herself. Her expression showed nothing but delight in the sensation. All cares and worries ceased to exist.

As usual, the moment was fleeting. After their climaxes, she seized the first opportunity to escape. She hastily clambered into her car and pulled away while he still had his cock out. There would be no extra sessions today.

Her efforts to dodge him continued at work. After a few days, he was able to finally force a confrontation only by tricking her secretary away from her sentinel position outside Jessica's office.

"You're avoiding me again," he fumed as he shut the door behind him. "Don't make me do something drastic." He stepped to her desk and glared at her across the dark wooden surface. "Candy wants to see you again. Us, really, but mostly you. The club tomorrow night at 9? Or should I have her show up here?"
 
"I'm not avoiding you. Sally is very protective of me. Protective of the baby. It would be sort of obvious if I said, 'oh Sally, always buzz Travis straight through because he's fucking me. It's his baby I'm carrying after all.' I see that you were creative enough to get through to me."

She put her head in her hands. She had wondered where that card that Candy had given her had gone. Now she knew.

"No, don't bring her here. You could pick me up at the same shopping center where I had parked my car last time." Then she mumbled under her breath, "though I don't understand why she should want me..." She looked up at him. "I'll still be blindfolded, won't I, so no one knows who I am?"
 
"You will be blindfolded," Travis replied.

And indeed she was after boarding his car at the appointed hour. He navigated her to the sex club in silence. With a hand on her arm and another at the small of her back, he guided her through the warren-like hallways

Still, he did note that Jessica's outfit befit their circumstances. The dress' neckline allowed a good view of her creamy mounds. Their milk-fuelled expansion caused their upper swells to arc a good inch above the fabric. Likewise, her long skirt ended almost at her ankles, but featured a slit that went up the entire right side, flashing glimpses of slender thigh whenever she moved.

Candy greeted them in a private room. Tonight she wore a black lace babydoll that left very little to the imagination. "Hi," she declared with obvious delight. "I wasn't sure you'd come."

"Hello, Travis," she murmured, giving him a quick hug. She couldn't resist glancing at his crotch. How was it possible for him to pack away that monstrosity without it constantly bulging?

Her enthusiasm soared as she embraced Jessica. "Oh my God, you've gotten so much bigger since I last saw you!" Candy placed a hand on the bulge in Jessica's abdomen. "Oh, you look so amazing!"

Candy paused a moment. "Do you still want me to call you 'Madison'?"

Travis met Jessica's blindfolded gaze. "She figured out we weren't exactly husband and wife. I told her my name, but I said you would have to decide for yourself whether to reveal yours."
 
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