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  The Boss Won’t Pull Out

  The complete series — three stories in one!

  Her husband can’t get her pregnant…now her big black boss wants to try

  (Forbidden, fertile, interracial, cuckold, pregnancy)

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  Anya Aurelie

  Copyright © 2014 by Anya Aurelie

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  The Boss Won’t Pull Out, #1

  “It’s so frustrating,” Vanessa moaned to her husband, Rich. She stared down into her margarita, thinking about her dick of a boss. “He doesn’t give me any responsibility. He doesn’t trust me to run anything. And he won’t stop staring at my tits like he’s thinking about fucking them.”

  Rich smirked. “To be fair,” he said, “you do have amazing tits. I’d have a hard time thinking about anything else if I were him too.”

  Vanessa swatted at her husband playfully. “You don’t think about anything else anyway,” she pointed out.

  “True.”

  Vanessa and Rich had been trying for a baby for the past few months, and Vanessa was loving being off birth control. Her libido was running wild without the interference of artificial hormones, and Rich, for his part, seemed to love it even more than Vanessa. She’d never seen his cock get bigger or harder, had never felt him explode inside of her more forcefully, than when he fucked her knowing that they were unprotected and she was fertile.

  And he’d definitely had sex on his mind more than usual.

  Yet six months in, she was still not pregnant. And on top of her pregnancy worries, now her boss was treating her like a child. With another cycle ended, another window of baby-making opportunity closed for the month, she had decided to go to happy hour — and get drunk. After all, it would be another couple of weeks before she would ovulate again, so there was no point depriving herself of delicious alcohol in the meantime. And she needed to drown her sorrows.

  “You know what you should do…” Rich began, smiling at his wife like he was thinking something naughty. He took a sip of his margarita, and she raised her eyebrows at him, waiting. “You should start flirting with him. Respond to his advances a little. If he stares at your tits, take off your sweater so he can see them better.”

  Vanessa snorted with laughter. “Why would I do that?!” she asked.

  “Give him a taste of what he wants, and maybe he’ll give you what you want too,” he said.

  “Hmm,” she said, pushing a lock of golden blonde hair behind her ear. “You really think that would work?”

  “Baby,” Rich said, looking her up and down the same lustful way her big, ebony boss, Nathan, did, “if it meant seeing a little more of that gorgeous body, I’d give you anything you wanted.”

  Vanessa smiled and signaled to the waiter to bring another margarita.

  “You could even train him,” Rich continued. “Every time he says something nice to you, lean over a little so he can see some cleavage. Every time he gives you something important to work on, touch his arm and give him a sexy smile. I bet before you know it, he’ll be saying nice things and giving you important work all the time.”

  Vanessa shrieked with laughter. She was starting to feel light-headed and boozy. “Train him! It’s perfect!”

  “Make him think he can have you,” Rich continued. Vanessa guessed he was feeling buzzed too. He didn’t normally talk like this outside the bedroom, though in their intimate moments, alone, he did sometimes make references to her sleeping with other people.

  “I’m going to do it,” Vanessa said with a broad smile, looking at Rich almost in challenge. “I know you’re joking, but I’m totally going to do it.”

  “I’m not joking,” he said. “I think it’ll help you.”

  She searched his face. Rich was good at deadpanning, and sometimes she couldn’t tell whether he was joking or being serious. He sure looked serious, but it was probably the margaritas talking. No way was flirtation a good career move.

  Still, Vanessa felt herself get wet as she sucked at her straw, imagining herself leaning over in front of Nathan far enough to expose the top of her bra, maybe even her nipples, as she pointed at figures on a cost analysis sheet.

  “Okay, no more work talk,” she said decisively. “It’s happy hour, we’re both done with work for the day, and I’m not pregnant — let’s take shots!”

  Rich laughed along with her, and they ordered two salt-rimmed tequila shots, enjoying soaking in the late afternoon sun and acting like they were back in college without a care in the world.

  The next morning, Vanessa woke up with a pounding headache. She tried to piece together in her memory what had happened yesterday. Happy hour…margaritas…shots…something about her boss…and then Rich fucking her hard and filling her cunt full with his cum.

  Oh, right.

  She squinted into the sun that was starting to stream in their bedroom window. Rich stirred as she watched him, then his eyes fluttered open and stared into hers.

  “My head,” Vanessa whispered.

  Rich nodded. He was hurting too.

  She snuggled close to her husband under the covers, and he snaked his arm around her naked body.

  “Did you really mean that about flirting with my boss?” she asked, the sleep evident in her voice. It had probably been an alcohol-fueled joke.

  “Baby, you do what you need to do,” he said, nuzzling his face into her neck and closing his eyes again.

  When she got dressed for work that day, she found herself choosing a particularly low-cut blouse, and a skirt that rode up on her a little too much. Not too far out of the ordinary, not too revealing — but just a touch.

  And when she got to work and Nathan immediately demanded that she make twenty-five collated, stapled copies of the day’s meeting agenda and several pages of information about new clients, she didn’t grimace or roll her eyes the moment his back was turned. She didn’t imagine yelling at him about how she wasn’t a goddamn secretary. She didn’t consider accidentally-on-purpose jamming the copier as she worked.

  Instead, she found herself tugging on her blouse just a tad, pulling the white lace neckline just a touch lower, and leaning toward him from the waist when she reached out to take the packet Nathan handed her.

  “No problem,” she said to him, trying to keep her tone professional and light. She didn’t want her voice to let on what she was doing, especially since she wasn’t totally sure herself that it was a good idea. Most margarita-fueled ideas weren’t, after all. And she certainly didn’t want Nathan catching on that she was hung over on a Wednesday.

  His eyes skimmed over her chest, taking in each milky-white breast, the canyon in between the two, and then sweeping back up to her face. “Thank you, Vanessa,” he said simply.

  Vanessa made the copies, then brought the stack back into Nathan’s office. Through his b
utton-up shirt, she saw his muscles flex when he reached out an arm to point at where she should set the papers down. She imagined for a moment the dark, muscular arm underneath that shirt. What would it look like without the fabric hiding it? What would it feel like? What would it taste like?

  Quit it, she told herself, and had to stifle a laugh. Nathan might be attractive, but his personality made him extremely undesirable — except, perhaps, as a game.

  Vanessa set the stack of copies down on Nathan’s large mahogany desk where he had indicated.

  “Thank you, Vanessa,” he said again, and she leaned over the desk, resting her chin in one propped-up hand as though having a casual conversation. In reality, she was rewarding him for saying thank you. She knew that her heavy breasts were hanging down in front of him like ripe fruit, ready for the plucking.

  “You’re welcome,” she said sweetly. “Anything else you might need? I could call Taylor to see if he’s ready to sign the contract, if you’d like.” Russell Taylor was one of the company’s biggest clients, but he’d been hesitating on re-signing their annual contract. Vanessa knew it was stressing Nathan out to have to wait — and she wanted to be the one to get Taylor to finally agree to sign.

  Nathan stared at Vanessa’s tits as though hypnotized. She pretended not to notice, aiming her sweet, frozen smile at him.

  “Sure, Vanessa, give him a call,” he said.

  “Will do,” she said, straightening up with a grin. She walked quickly out of Nathan’s office, feeling so elated she thought she would burst with the excitement. Had he really just agreed to let her do this? To call their biggest client? To work on something that was actually important? And he’d said it so casually, too.

  Maybe this flirtation thing would actually work.

  By the next week, she was convinced.

  “Baby, you’ll never believe what happened at work today,” Vanessa gushed to her husband that evening as she prepared dinner.

  “I’m guessing it was something good,” Rich said, taking in her jubilant face. “It’s a nice change to see you excited about something that happened at work.”

  “It’s a nice change to be excited about something that happened at work!” she said. She told Rich about her attempts at training her boss to be nicer and to give her more responsibility. She told him how over the last few days, he’d had her do tasks that actually mattered, how he’d praised her when she’d done them well, how he was generally nicer and nicer.

  “And get this!” she said. “We had a meeting today for the whole company. And he actually said in front of everyone that I’d been doing particularly good work lately!”

  Rich chuckled. “You have, or those tits have?” he asked.

  “We both have,” she said defensively. “Or — all three of us.” She left out the part about how after he’d said it, when she’d taken off her sweater and leaned toward him with a slight smile, she’d spotted a couple of her female coworkers glaring at her from across the huge conference table. She hoped they hadn’t noticed what she’d been doing.

  Rich approached her from behind and snaked both arms around her body, grabbing huge handfuls of her breasts in his fists as she chopped zucchini. “Well done, girls,” he said.

  “Mmm,” Vanessa moaned at his touch. “Yeah, squeeze my nipples.”

  He did, pinching them hard between his fingertips. “So you’re going to keep at it, then?”

  “Definitely. I just hope he’s satisfied with looking but not touching.”

  Popping around her to glance into her eyes, Rich said, “Well, he’d better be. You’re mine. Even an asshole like him should understand that.” And he tweaked her nipples one last time to emphasize his point before grabbing a second cutting board and getting to work.

  “Vanessa, come into my office for a moment,” Nathan boomed the next day, appearing in the doorway to his office. He was a huge man, at least a foot taller than Vanessa and built like a linebacker, and he took up most of the doorway. He would be intimating even if it weren’t for his commandeering personality, but that certainly didn’t help anything.

  Vanessa jumped reflexively. “I’ll be right there.” She headed into his office and shut the door behind her when he indicated for her to do so with a jut of his chin.

  “Vanessa, you know that I appreciate how hard you’ve been working lately,” Nathan said, and she saw his eyes drift over her curves when he said the word “hard.”

  She nodded and crossed her arms over her chest in a way that squeezed her breasts together.

  “And you did such a great job in getting Russell Taylor to sign that contract that he was waffling about. Not to mention your work on the Henderson files and the Georgia case,” he added, mentioning some other big projects she’d been thrilled to be allowed to work on in the past week. “But we have our work cut out for us tonight. You’re aware that I’ll be participating in a conference call with Corporate?”

  “Um…I was not,” Vanessa fumbled, not sure whether she should pretend to be up-to-date. Nathan always made her so nervous, even now that he was saying nice things to her. With the serious, almost harsh tone he always took, the furrowing of his brow, at any given moment she half expected the next words out of his mouth to be, “You’re fired.” Just because he’d been more positive the past week didn’t erase all the memories of his past sharpness.

  “Yes,” he said. “It’s at 7 pm, which is 10 am in Melbourne. It’s the earliest they were available.” The company was based in Australia, and Vanessa had always had daydreams of getting hired by corporate and going to live along the Australian coast.

  “They’re re-evaluating our budget for the upcoming year, and it’s highly likely they’re going to try to slash it,” he continued. “I’d like you to stay late tonight to participate on the call with me. You’ve shown that you can be very persuasive, and this is a time for persuasion.”

  “O— oh,” Vanessa stammered. She and Rich had dinner plans that night with a couple they were friends with, and their reservation was for 7. But Nathan had not asked her to stay, he had told her to stay. And she hardly felt that she could say no now. After all, this was what she wanted, right? More responsibility? To be taken seriously as an important and valuable member of the team? Wasn’t that exactly what she’d been fighting for, showing skin for?

  “Cat got your tongue, Vanessa?” Nathan asked with a wry smile.

  “Yes, sir, I’d be happy to participate on the call,” she said quickly.

  “Good. We’ll go over a few things prior to the call, and I’ll make sure you won’t go hungry.” She could’ve sworn she heard a slight lilt to his voice at the word “hungry,” and his eyes grazed her hips and her tight waist.

  “Yes, sir,” she said again, and then he dismissed her with a wave of his hand, and she returned to her desk to call Rich with the bad news about dinner.

  At 5 o’clock, the office cleared out, and soon only Vanessa and Nathan were left. Vanessa felt distinctly jumpy and nervous around her boss, with his intimidating frame and sharp words, though she tried not to show it. She began reviewing the previous year’s budget to be sure she’d be up to speed for the call.

  Half an hour later and deep in her review, Nathan approached her.

  “Let’s go to the break room to talk about a few of the specifics,” he demanded. “I got us cupcakes from down the street.”

  She was surprised. Her boss had never bought cupcakes for the office before, much less for her alone. She smiled up at him and adjusted her shirt as she stood, pulling it down a bit to reveal more cleavage in thanks for his offer.

  Vanessa sat on the break room couch while Nathan got the cupcake box from the fridge and found napkins.

  Looming over her as she sat, he said, “I see how you’ve been looking at me.”

  She swallowed hard. Her heart began to pound in her chest. He handed her a cupcake.

  “And I know that you wouldn’t just be flirting to try to get ahead at work,” he continued. “Because that would
be highly inappropriate, and possibly even cause for termination in a professional workplace such as this.” He stared at her almost as though in challenge.

  Vanessa opened her mouth, but no words came out.

  Nathan sat down beside her on the couch, a little closer than she normally would’ve sat to a colleague.

  “Hope you like whipped cream,” he said, and her eyes shot up to his. Oh, the cupcake. He was talking about the whipped cream frosting on the cupcake.

  “I do,” she said. “Thank you.” And she took a bite. “Oh, these are so good!” she said, almost moaning in appreciation. She’d been trying to eat healthfully lately, in preparation for getting pregnant, and the chocolate tasted like sweet relief.

  Then Nathan dipped the tip of his finger into the whipped cream of his own cupcake and smeared it on her arm.

  “What was that for?” she exclaimed, but deep down she knew. She’d been playing with fire by flirting with him, and now she’d gone too far. She should stop this immediately before it went any further.

  Cause for termination, her brain whispered, repeating Nathan’s phrasing. He was looking at her with a steady gaze, then leaned over her, slowly inching closer and closer until she could feel his hot breath on her arm. He was almost touching the whipped cream but not quite. Then he reached his tongue out slowly and began to lick from beneath the creamy blob up toward it. She held her breath at the touch of his warm tongue, feeling a shiver start within her and fighting to keep it down.

  “Ohh,” she moaned without meaning to.

  Rich! she thought. She couldn’t do this to her husband.

  He licked up the whipped cream, lapping at it like a cat, putting his hand on her arm to steady himself, then traced his hand up her arm to her neck as he lifted himself up and sat face to face with her. Then he dipped his finger back in the whipped cream and glazed her lips with it.