My Sex Slave
Donna Still Wants a Baby
“I DON’T KNOW that I fit the role of sex slave very well,” Donna giggled after she finished reading my little story. “Although some of those games sounded fun.”
“Donna, my love,” I said, “if we have a child, we’ll be bound together much more tightly than any slave and master has ever hoped to be.”
“That goes for all of us,” Rachel said. “You’re going to be the first of us to have one of Jacob’s children, but you won’t be the last. Our turn is coming.”
“I love you all so much,” Donna said. “Our child—our children—will be the luckiest in the world to have such a loving father and so many wonderful mothers. When can we start?” she asked. I rolled up my sleeve to show her the red spot on my arm. It was still a little sore.
“Now,” I said.
“You had your implant removed?”
“Yesterday, as soon as I finished the story. Donna, I love you and I would love to put a baby in this sleek and beautiful tummy of yours.”
Every injection of my now-active sperm into her vagina for the next several days was preceded by at least one orgasm for my former English teacher from one of our pod mates. Every one of us made love to her, cementing even further our ongoing relationship as a Plural Domestic Partnership. And we didn’t let up just because she tested positive for pregnancy. I did, however, have my implant replaced so we wouldn’t accidentally get any of our other partners pregnant before they were ready.
I have to tell you, I’m looking forward to being a father. I want to be as good a Dad as mine is.
The End
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