11 comments/ 287582 views/ 88 favorites Career Girl By: RaycerEdge CAROL I have a great life and a wonderful family. I am 44 years old and work for a commercial real estate company in a small town in the Midwest. I come from a large family that was nurturing and supportive and I always dreamed of having a large family of my own. Finding a husband was easy for me. I was blessed with good looks and I dated frequently. I met a guy, who I thought was Mr. Right. Sadly, he quickly turned into Mr. Wrong, owing mostly to his drug and alcohol problems. Before we broke up, he did manage to leave me pregnant with my little girl Emily. Emily became the light of my life. She was such a good kid and I received much pleasure and satisfaction raising her. The only problem was that due to complications of childbirth, I was rendered incapable of having more children. My dream of having a large family was over but I never resented Emily one bit. I enjoyed watching my little girl blossom into a beautiful young woman. She was a striking beauty and dated steadily in high school although she waited until her senior year before she became sexually active. As the years went on, the sorrow of losing my dream of more children started to weigh heavily on me. I looked to Emily to be my salvation. I encouraged her to find a good man, settle down and start a family so I could be a doting grandmother and ease the sadness I felt. Emily had other plans and was not the least interested in starting a family until much later in life, which I must confess, became a source of contention between us. Yes, there were some bitterness but we both tried to patch things up. Shortly after Emily's 24th birthday, she got a great job with a regional advertising agency, based in a city an hour's drive from here. She shared a rented house with three other girls to share expenses. She didn't date much; she was too busy with her career. She certainly had the opportunity to date though; Emily had a really pretty, youthful face that turned a lot of heads. She stands 5'6" with shapely legs and 36C breasts that are beautifully shaped. Fortunately, I had another source of joy in my life, my second husband, John. John is my night in shining armor. He is in his mid forties, tall, athletic, and his salt and pepper hair is really sexy. John manages a shipping company and he is very well respected. He has an eighteen year- old son named Scott. Scott is a really great kid. He is studious, polite and painfully shy, especially around girls. He did not inherit his father's good looks and I think that contributed to his shyness. John and I married when Emily was in high school and she and Scott got along fine, although I am sure her good looks intimidate him so they did not interact much. I reached a crisis in my life one afternoon when my second husband, John, came home from work. I was sitting in our bedroom, crying my eyes out. John walked in and sat down next to me on the bed. "Honey, what's the matter? Are you ok?" "Oh, I am just being silly again, I guess," I said, through my tears. He put his arm around me and I could feel his warmth and his strength and I felt so safe and protected. "I'm just going through another bout of sadness over my baby dilemma. I just want a big family. I wish Emily would settle down and give me a bunch of grandkids." "Honey, we have gone over this again and again. You need to find a way to move past this. Don't let it get you down, sweetheart." "You're right, dear. I just wish the stork would come visit me again but I know it will never happen." "Ok, Carol. Enough. We are going out to dinner tonight to cheer you up," he offered. We went to a really elegant restaurant and I tried to put my sorrow behind me. John could sense I was still struggling. "Hon please let me help you. I want you to be happy. All I ask is that you let me work on your problem for one week. Will you do that? In the meantime, cheer up, ok?" I agreed and we made a date to come back to the same restaurant the very next week and John would tell me if he came up with a solution. A couple of days later, Emily called to check in as she usually does. Everything was fine with her. She still didn't have much time for a love life but her career was beginning to take off. She had been promoted to some sort of project manager position and she was really excited. "Mom, I wanted to ask you about something. I have been having this problem with PMS again." Emily occasionally had painful bouts of PMS but it seemed to come and go. "EM honey, maybe its just stress from your work. I know your career means a lot to you," I said. "Maybe you're right but I had to take a day off from work this past month because of it I almost missed a critical deadline." I told her I would make some calls and see if there was a specialist she could consult. I told her I loved her and then rang off. That night, I told John about my conversation with Emily. He seemed concerned for her. "HMMMM.....I just had a thought. You remember Dr. Reston? He's an OB/GYN and his practice isn't too far from here. He's an old friend of mine. I'm gonna' call him right now and see what we can do for your little girl." John went into his study and called Dr. Reston at home. It must have been a long conversation because it was an hour and a half before came back into the bedroom.. "Dear, Dr. Reston is fully booked for the next four months but as a personal favor, he will see Emily if the can get here late afternoon a week from Friday." "Wonderful! Thank you so much, darling. I want Emily to have the best care." I said as I gave my husband a great big hug and kiss. I went into the bedroom and called Emily immediately and she happily agreed to the appointment with Dr. Reston. As I hung up the phone, John walked in. I began to tell him about the appointment when he took my hands and pulled me off the bed and put me down on my knees. He unzipped his pants and took out his beautiful cock. He held it close to my face and I watched it quickly inflate. I took that gorgeous cock meat in my hand to guide it into my eager mouth. "I didn't give you permission to touch it," He reproached in a commanding voice. "Take your hand away. Right now, you are only allowed to touch it with your mouth." I quickly obeyed. I loved his control: it made me feel so feminine and vulnerable. He jammed his cock into my mouth and grabbed the back of my head and thrust back and forth. He was pumping hard with that stiff dick and I knew in a moment or two, my mouth would be a receptacle for his hot, sticky cum. I didn't have long to wait. "AHHHHHH, AHHHHHH, come on baby, suck daddy's dick. Here it comes, baby. Here it comes!" My upper lip felt his throbbing vein spasm as the first hot jet of juice hit the back of my mouth. He quickly pulled out and ran his dick along my cheek as the juice spurted out, giving me a hot, sticky facial. He rubbed both cheeks and my chin and also coated my lips so I was forced to taste his cum. When he was finished pumping, he shoved it back into my mouth and ordered me to clean his manhood with my tongue. I loved having his cum on my face and I quickly and submissively did as he ordered. I gave his cock a thorough tongue bath and I licked his balls in appreciation. Friday night rolled around and it was time for our second date at the restaurant. I didn't want to pester John so I waited for John to bring up the subject of my baby dilemma. John sensed that I wanted an update, "Dear, I might have good news for you. I've had several conversations this past week with Dan Reston. He and I just might have a solution. I just need for you to hear me out completely before you pass judgment, ok?" I agreed and John slowly and methodically laid out the plan that he and Dr. Reston devised. I have to admit, at first, I thought it was crazy, but John is not only very persistent, he is very articulate and eventually, I saw the wisdom of his ideas. "I only hope Dr. Reston can help me, John. I am getting pretty desperate. I hope he can help Emily with her PMS problem as well. Dr. Reston is going to be a miracle worker if he can help both Emily and I." "You"ll see, honey, it will all work out. Now that we have that settled, give me a couple of days to solve world hunger" he joked, to cheer me up. EMILY I was so grateful that mom and John knew of a good specialist. I arrived at Dr. Reston's office late on a Friday afternoon. The sun was still bright in the sky because it was late August. I quickly filled out the first time patient medical questionnaire and was ushered into the exam room by one of the assistants. She was a young woman in her late twenties, short, curvy but with a pleasant and reassuring manner. Her name was Cathy and I thought she was nice. She handed me a gown that was open in the back and told me to undress completely and change into it. Cathy came back and led me to the exam table and had me sit down. "I am going to give you a breast exam so please drop the gown straps. I did so and my bare breasts bobbled slightly. The air conditioning in the room was on which made my nipples hard. I felt a little embarrassed but Cathy didn't say anything. She began squeezing and massaging first one breast then the other. She ran her fingertips along the curvatures of my pear-shaped breasts to feel for lumps. She had me lay down and repeated the procedure again. "Ok, Emily. No problems, you check out fine." She pulled up my gown again and told me to sit tight and Dr. Reston would be in shortly. A few minutes later, a tall, distinguished looking man in his forties with a full head of grey hair and neatly trimmed mustache entered the room. "Hello Emily, I am Dr. Reston. I understand you have some PMS issues." I told him what was happening with me and he made some notes. Cathy stood at his side and he told me to swing my legs around the end of the table. I put on a pair of rubber gloves and probed around the outside of my vagina. "Emily, as I do this, please let me know if you feel any soreness or pain." I was doing ok and no pain or soreness. "Ok then, let's get to the last part." Cathy swung up a pair of let stirrups and helped swing each of my legs in place. Dr. Reston tilted up the back end of the exam table at an angle to support me back. From a rolling trolley, Dr. Reston pickup up a speculum and put it up against my vulva. I kept my pussy clean-shaved so the metal instrument felt cold on the bare skin of my labia. Slowly, he pushed it inside, which hurt a little. When it was fully inside me, he turned a wheel that expanded the wings of the speculum and forced my vagina to open wide. The doctor shined a light to look deep inside me. He had a long metal tool that he used to prod something but at that point, I tried not to look. Soon he was done and withdrew the speculum and Cathy took my legs out of the stirrups. "Ok Emily, nothing physically wrong. I think the best way to address the PMS issue is with a fairly new medication that's had great results and I see no reason why you wouldn't benefit too." He mentioned the name of the medication but it all sounded like medical gobbledygook. I got dressed and he gave me a ninety -day supply of the stuff, which I had to take once a day. He also warned me to stay off the pill because it might lead to a bad interaction. I wasn't sexually active anyway and besides, there were always condoms. Dr. Reston told me to call the office once a month to check in. He wanted to see me again as soon as the medication ran out. The ninety days were a whirlwind. I had project after project at work and the stress was really getting to me. The holidays were fast approaching and I was looking forward to spending some time back home with mom. I had another bad PMS episode but it was manageable. I checked in with Dr. Reston's office and was told it was extremely important that I get an exam the instant I began my next ovulation cycle. Cathy advised me the instant I felt that characteristic wetness to call the office and Dr. Reston would arrange his schedule to accommodate me. I was desperate for a cure and I happily agreed. Sure enough, on a Thursday afternoon, the telltale wetness told me ovulation had begun. I called the doctor's office and arranged a late afternoon appointment for the next day. When I got to the office, the late autumn sun was almost setting and the trees were bare of leaves. The office waiting room was empty so I walked up to the reception window where Cathy was waiting. She led me back to the exam room and handed me the open-backed gown and had me undress. I was sitting on the exam table when Cathy and Dr. Reston walked in. "Hello Emily, how are you?" Dr. asked. "Doing fine, just ready to get this taken care of, Dr." "Emily, did you take all of the pills I gave you?? "Yes, Dr. I did. No problem." "Good. And I want to verify, you are not on birth control?" "Nope, no birth control for over three months." "Ok, very good. Just making sure," he remarked. Cathy had me sit at the edge of the exam table and brought up the leg stirrups. She was very helpful in positioning my legs in the stirrups. Next, she tilted up the upper portion of the table to support my back at an angle so I was partially sitting up. Dr. Reston told me to scoot forward to the edge of the table. He sat down and soon had the speculum deep inside me again. "Emily, you have a slight constriction deep inside here. When you have your period, menstrual blood hits this constriction and creates pressure that hits a nerve cluster, causing your pain. I think I can take care of it without surgery. Is that ok with you?" "Yeah, great, please do," I sighed in relief. "I will insert a vaginal probe into the affected area and try to ease the constriction. Nothing dangerous about it but you will have to remain perfectly still so I am going to give you an injection to relax your muscles so you don't spasm while the probe is in you. Otherwise, there could be some damage done." Cathy injected me in the side of my thigh that made me yelp. Dr. Reston then injected me in the other thigh. That was incredibly painful. My head began to spin a little from the shots and I could barely make out Cathy placing a thick foam pad around each of my ankles. She then threaded a strap through a loop on the pad and securely buckles the pads to the stirrups so I could not move my legs at all. "Don't worry, Emily," the doctor reassured. "We need to keep you perfectly still during the procedure," he added. Two swing arms were put in place and my arms were securely strapped down. I immediately felt alarmed because now both arms and legs were strapped down and I couldn't move. I began to protest but the medication hit me hard and I could barely talk and I felt dizzy. I was still conscious and I was aware of everything going on but I had no power to do anything. Suddenly, my vagina was filled with an intense feeling of arousal. I squirmed beneath the restrains from the intense pleasurable feeling. I was embarrassed so I tried to hide what I was feeling. "No need to be embarrassed, Emily. Its common to feel aroused during a procedure like this. Just relax and don't try to hold back. Just let go if you need to. Cathy, pull her gown off completely, will you?" What? Why did I need my gown off? Cathy slid it off and suddenly, I was completely naked and fully restrained and I must say, highly aroused. I saw my breasts were fully aroused and swollen and Dr. Reston was looking right at them I still didn't have the power to protest so I just lay against the backrest and hoped he would be finished soon. I wanted to get out of there and go home. "We are ready to proceed, Emily. Just relax and stay calm.," the doctor instructed. He took what looked like a big rubber dildo from a rolling trolley tray next to him. He evenly applied lubrication from a tube and brought the dildo to my swollen pussy lips. He rubbed the lubricated tip up and down my slit and an electric sensation coursed through my pussy. I felt hot and wet. He kept working the dildo up and down, up and down. My pussy lips greedily clenched the head of the dildo, trying to pull the entire thing deep inside me, against my will. He then pushed the dildo in more forcefully, which make me shriek. I was panting now, trying to hide the fact I was totally aroused. The doctor augured that hard rubber dildo in even farther. I began to pant. "OHHHH, AHHHHHHH. UHUH, UHUH, get it in me," I heard myself shout out loud. Dr. Reston smiled and said, "Good Emily, you're doing fine, JUUUUUST fine." The mediation hit me again with another jolt and the slightest touch now would push me over the edge. I didn't have to wait long, the doctor rammed the dildo home the last few inches and I let out a scream of ecstasy. I slumped back, totally spent now, hoping this would be over soon. The next thing I remember as Dr. Reston saying, "Emily. Emily. Look at me. Stay focused on what I am about to say. His hand held my chin to keep me looking straight at him as continued, "Emily, do you recognize this pill?" In his other hand he held a pill just like the ones I had been taking for the past three months. "Let me tell you something about the pills you have been taking the last three months. Turns out, you have been taking a very powerful fertility drug. Yes, that's right, fertility drug. Studies have shown, 30% of women who take this drug and then get pregnant have a multiple birth, meaning either twins, triplets quintuplets or more "Of course, that wouldn't matter to you except you have not been using birth control for four months." My heart sank and panic began to fill me. My heart began pounding in fear. What was this man getting at? "Finally, you began ovulating yesterday so you are at the peak of your fertility cycle, dear Emily," he said ominously. "If you will direct your attention to the probe I inserted deep into you, you will notice that Cathy has just inserted a clear plastic tube at the far end. The tube runs up to the syringe that Cathy will now hand to me." Cathy handed Dr. Reston a syringe and the tube was fastened to the tip. I had no idea what they were going to inject into my womb but I began to squirm and made a squealing sound. The drugs still had me powerless so I could not sustain a protest. "Wha, wha are you gonna do to me?" I barely mumbled. "Yes, that is the heart of the matter, isn't it, darling Emily." He took off his gloves and rubbed my pussy lips, which made me shiver with unwanted pleasure. I squirmed beneath my restraints but the doctor was unrelenting. He then rubbed my clit slowly and softly and I let go with a shuddering orgasm. My head turned sideways and I think I fell asleep for a moment. I could hardly believe what I came next.. "Emily, this syringe I am holding up, contains a large amount of semen: semen that contains hundreds of millions of sperm cells, each capable of impregnating you. That coupled with the fertility drugs, no birth control and you ovulating makes for optimal conditions for impregnation," the doctor intoned. " We have been collecting semen from several donors for months. You will be interested to know that the donor of this syringe of semen is one Arnold Bradford. The name didn't register at first but then: Oh my god! That's my grandfather!. They were going to impregnate me with my grandfather's sperm? This cannot be happening. The doctor gave the dildo another twist and in my already sensitive condition, another powerful rush of pleasure jolted my plugged pussy. I managed not to come but I was on fire. In my dazed condition, I saw the doctor hand the syringe off to someone but I could not make out who it was at first. That someone was an old man, bald --headed and wearing thick, plastic frame glasses. It was my grandfather. He was wearing a full- length blue bathrobe. I had no idea what was going on but I was in a state of panic. Career Girl - After Work It had been a hell of a day. It had started when her PA called in sick. Her meetings seemed to have all run over. She had bawled out a supplier for incompetence. Then to cap it all the trains were delayed. She was seething as she headed home from the station. She walked up the path to the door trying to calm down before she got into the house. She inserted the key into the lock, took a deep breath and tried to force calm and good humour to reappear. She went through the door dropping her designer briefcase in the hall and pulling off her coat. She smoothed down her skirt and ran her fingers through her hair before heading into the sitting room come office where he was sprawled on the sofa, typing on his laptop, naked except for some old faded jeans. "How are you sweetheart?" he looked up from his laptop smiling, "glad your home." She tried to smile back but struggled to maintain the illusion of being calm and in control. "Oh bad day? I'm sorry darling." He said seeing her face. "Its been full of arseholes," she spat out the word seeming somewhat incongruous with the groomed conservative image. He got up and walked over to her brushing the top of her hair with a kiss as she admired his long hard body. "Well your home now and I'm sure I can help you to relax," he said as she leant against him and he wrapped his arms round her, holding her and soothing her. Her blackberry rang then, the shrill noise cutting across the silence. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, "can't they manage anything without me?" She grabbed it and looked at the phone. "Its an important supplier, I need to get this. Sorry." "Go right ahead," he said a note of exasperation entering his voice. To many of their evenings seemed to have been interrupted like this recently and it was getting old. "Yes," she hit the button to pick up the call. She listened for a moment before embarking on a string of quick brusque responses. Her fingers ran unthinkingly over her pearls, playing with them, twisting them, clearly displaying her irritation. He reached out and helped her pull off her suit jacket as she talked. Her white blouse was just fractionally to sheer, he could see the lace of her white bra if the light caught her right. Her long legs were covered by a fitted black knee length skirt, her legs covered in sheer hold ups with her feet encased in black patent high heeled stilettos. He admired her legs as she paced the room, her breasts jiggling as her hands waved in the air as if the person on the phone could see her gestures of irritation and explanation. He went into the kitchen and filled a glass with her favourite red wine, taking a mouthful himself and savouring it. As he walked back into the room he took a good hard look at her and realised that there was no panty line. He smiled. So she had spent the day in the office with no panties then. She really could be a dirty girl at times and he loved her for it. He imagined her sitting back in her big leather chair, her skirt slid up and her fingers playing with her clit, sliding in and out of her pussy as she made herself come. Occasionally she even called him up to tell him what she was doing which drove him crazy. He found himself getting hard, his cock responding to the image of her masturbating as it always did. He handed her the wine and she smiled in appreciation and took a mouthful. He walked behind her and held her against him his hands sliding round under her arms to caress her full breasts as he nuzzled her neck. She inhaled hard and her wine nearly spilt as he caught her off guard. She turned her neck trying to catch his eye but he resolutely ignored her stroking the soft flesh with his fingertips. His fingers found her nipples and squeezed hard knowing that it would send darts of pleasure right through her connecting her nipples with her cunt. "Uh, oh, yeah," she said into the phone, clearly distracted from whatever had been said by his fingers. He came around to front of her and started to undo her blouse. She took a large gulp from the wine and put it down trying to brush his hands away. He just smiled at her and carried on. Pulling the blouse open he reached into her bra, grabbed her breasts and pulled them over the cups of her bra. Squeezing them he bent his head to them and flicked first one then the other nipple with his tongue. Her breathing speeded and became slightly deeper. As she tried to push his head away he wondered if the person on the other end of the phone had noticed the change. He pulled his tongue away from her breasts reluctantly and raising his head looked into her eyes. "Going to be long?" he mouthed. "Don't know," she mouthed back, "behave." No chance of that happening, he wanted her and she needed to learn that just because she was busy didn't mean he planned to wait. He knelt down in front of her and hitched up her skirt, inhaling her scent as he bared her pussy. Her thatch of dark hair was flattened from the fabric but a slight trickle of her wetness was already visible on her thighs. "No!" she mouthed in desperation as he looked up into her eyes. He smiled wickedly back at her and then buried his face against her, his tongue finding her clit, playing with the ring in her clit hood rubbing it against it. Her legs buckled slightly and he held her hips tightly as he worked her clit. He slid his tongue down sliding it inside her, drinking her in, stabbing it in and out of her pussy, intoxicated by her taste. He felt his cock growing very hard now, constricted in his jeans. Sliding a hand down he undid the buttons and allowed it to spring free, sliding his palm across the head spreading the pre cum that was already there over it enjoying the feel of skin on sensitive skin. He could hear her trying to maintain her conversation and struggling, her answers becoming increasingly monosyllabic. Her hips were moving involuntarily against his mouth as he began to tongue her clit again. He realised how close she must be getting close to coming and he speeded his movements wrapping one arm around her hips and ass to hold her and slid the other between her legs. His fingers paused at her entrance, just teasing for a moment. She was so wet from her juices and his tongue he had no difficulty sliding all four fingers inside her, filling her. He instantly felt her muscles contract at the sensation and he heard a groan escape her lips. Her legs started to buckle and he held her tight against him, his tongue working hard at her clit as his fingers fucked her hard, juices oozing down them. "I've got to go," he heard her say breathlessly into the phone, "something has, uh, come up. I'll get back to you." She cut the connection and the blackberry dropped onto the floor. She held his head, one hand on either side of it, pulling him harder against her cunt, grinding against him. "Ohhhh fuck yes," she gasped arching her hips against his face, holding him on her, almost smothering him with her pussy. "Yeeeeessssss," the word escaped her in a long gasp as she came violently her hips bucking wildly against his face, her muscles clenching around his fingers. He held her tight, keeping her standing as the waves of sensation and pleasure broke over her and he felt his cock twitching in response. He pulled his mouth from her cunt and looked up into her eyes. "Bend over that desk now," he ordered and stood pulling off his jeans his cock rock hard and his need for her urgent. She leant over the desk, staring out of the window, watching his reflection in the glass as he came up behind her, his cock clearly visible standing to attention. Her shirt was still on, tits hanging over the lace of her bra and pressing hard against the wood of the desk. Her skirt hitched up around her waist she looked so sexy, so wanton, high heels still on, her spread legs encased in black lace topped hold ups dark against her pale flesh. Her rounded ass was positioned on the edge of the desk, her pussy glistened with her wetness, open, waiting to be filled. He felt his cock twitch again and knew this would not last long. Coming up behind her he slid his length into her right to the hilt, not being gentle just taking her. He pulled right back to the head and then slammed into her in again feeling himself enveloped, wrapped in her warm wetness. She moaned as he did, gasping with each stroke, meeting every thrust, her need as urgent as his. He slapped her ass making her jerk against him even harder at the sensation and admired the red hand print he left on her skin. "Thats it, fuck me, show me how much you need my cock," he said, his breathing hard and fast now. "Oh god, yes fuck me hard," she begged, "I want to feel you come inside me." He placed his thumb against the puckered entrance to her asshole and pushed against it forcing through its resistance. She screamed feeling herself being stretched painfully and he jabbed it in to her pumping, matching the movements of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy as the pain turned to pleasure at this unexpected intrusion. "Fuck yes, yes, yes," she gasped holding onto the desk as he buried himself inside her. Within seconds he felt her starting to come again, crying out as she milked him with her muscles. He rammed himself hard into her pussy and pushed his thumb further into her ass, twisting it before pulling out it completely. Her body bucked wildly and he exploded inside her, filling her as he felt like she was squeezing him dry. He collapsed down on her, their bodies slick with sweat pinning her to the desk with his weight as her blackberry rang again. "This time, let them wait," she murmured. * Authors Note - Inspired by my fantasies about who and what could be waiting for me when I get home after a long hard day at work and an eternal fascination with being bent over the desk.