The Stud Intern's Maternity Boom

Anton was twenty-three the morning he started at Calder and Bright, the only man on a payroll that had been women for years. Danielle met him at the desk, thirty-four, managing director, blouse open at the throat. She looked him over like a problem she had already decided to enjoy.

"Intern," she said. "You're early. Good."

Paulina came out first, thirty-one, lead strategist, eyes dropping to the front of his pants and staying there. Behind her stood Vivian, twenty-nine, accounts; Colette, thirty-six, creative director; Nadine, twenty-seven, junior counsel; Marisol, thirty-two, client lead; and Harriet, thirty-eight, finance. Seven women. One hire. The air changed when he set his bag down.

He was tall for the low ceilings, and his trousers hid nothing of what hung heavy on his thigh. Colette made a sound she didn't swallow. Marisol smiled like she meant to unwrap him with the blinds open.

"Conference room," Danielle said. "All of us. Now."

She shut the door. Nobody sat.

"Plain version," she said. "The work is real and you're good at it. Every woman in this building has also been talking, since your interview, about you being twenty-three and built like a stud. We want you to fuck us. We want you to come inside us. We want to get pregnant. If that's a yes, say it. If it's a no, you keep the job and this conversation dies here."

Anton looked at them. Paulina's mouth was parted. Harriet's eyes were on his zipper.

"Yes," he said. "All of you. Say it back so I hear it from each mouth."

Danielle went first. "Knock me up. Today."

Paulina said, "I want your cock and your baby. I have since you shook my hand."

Vivian wanted him buried in her until she couldn't walk straight. Colette wanted to be bent over and filled, no pulling out. Nadine wanted to ride him and watch his face when he came. Marisol said she'd been wet since the garage and wanted him raw. Harriet finished, steady. "I've been off birth control for a month, on purpose, waiting on you. I want your baby. All seven of us mean it."

"Line up," Anton said. "Skirts up. Panties off. I want to see you before I start."

They lined up along the table without fumbling, blouses open, breasts bare, skirts bunched, panties kicked aside. The smell of them rose all at once, heat and slick, women who'd been wet since he walked in the door. He opened his fly. His cock jutted thick and long, head flushed dark, veins standing, heavy enough that Nadine made a small helpless sound.

"Hands on the table," Danielle said, bending first, ass up, pussy shining, looking back with the calm she used on clients. "I get the first load. Don't pull out."

He spread her and pressed the head to her entrance. She pushed back onto him herself, greedy, taking the thick stretch with a broken moan until he was buried to the root. She was tight and soaking, gripping him in pulses. He fucked her hard from the first real stroke, hips snapping, the wet sound loud, her ass jolting every time he bottomed out. The others watched, fingers between their own legs, not pretending.

"Deeper," she gasped. "Right there. I want every drop in my cunt. Fill me. Breed me. That's the job, stud. Put a baby in your boss before lunch."

He drove into her, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to mark. Her climax hit fast, thighs shaking, pussy clamping so tight he had to fuck through it while she sobbed into the wood. He came in long thick pulses, cock jerking deep, flooding her until come leaked around his shaft and ran hot down her thigh. He stayed buried until the last spasm, then eased out slow and watched it spill from her swollen pussy onto the carpet between her heels.

"Next," she said, wrecked and smiling. "Paulina's been dripping since you unzipped."

Paulina was already bent, two fingers spreading a pussy that shone. "Please. I've been empty all year. Put that cock in me and don't stop until I'm so full it leaks when I stand."

He sank into her in one long push. She cried out, high and grateful, rocking back to take him deeper, fluttering around every inch. He fucked her harder than he'd fucked Danielle, the table creaking, her breasts swaying. Colette reached over, pinched a nipple, and told her she looked perfect getting bred. Paulina came with her forehead on the wood, sobbing his name. He held her hips flush and emptied into her in heavy spurts, grinding through the aftershocks until come slicked the backs of her thighs and she was whimpering, overfull, unwilling to let him go.

He didn't soften. Twenty-three and built for exactly this, cock still rigid, shining with both of them.

Vivian lay back on the table and pulled him down by the shirt. "Look at me. I want your face when you put a baby in me. I want to remember it when I'm huge."

He opened her slow, then drove faster when she locked her ankles behind him and begged him not to be gentle. Her nails scored his shoulders. She came twice before he did, and the second climax milked him so hard he groaned and flooded her, hips stuttering, seed pumping in thick waves. She crossed her thighs the moment he pulled out and held every drop, laughing, shaky, proud.

Colette wanted his hand on her throat, only as tight as she told him, and her cheek on the table. "Yes. Harder. Come in me. I want to feel it hit deep." He gave her that, the slap of skin filthy in the quiet building. When he came she laughed, breathless, and pushed his spilling come back inside with two fingers so the line could see how full she was.

Nadine took the chair and lowered herself onto him inch by inch, eyes wide, mouth open. "So big. Don't let me off it. I can take all of you." She rode once he was seated to the hilt, grinding in circles, and when she shook apart he gripped her ass and thrust up into the clench, coming again, another hot load pumped straight into her while she kissed him messy and grateful and wouldn't let him slip free until she'd wrung out the last pulse.

Marisol didn't wait to be called. She sucked him wet and filthy until he ached, spit shining on the shaft, then turned and sat reverse, bouncing, ass clapping his thighs. "Watch it go in," she told the room. "Watch him breed me." Harriet held her hair aside and talked her through it in that exact finance voice, and when Anton came Marisol bore down and took every spurt, milking him with slow squeezes until he hissed.

Harriet was last and the most patient. She stripped, lay back, and hooked her legs over his shoulders. "I've wanted a baby for two years. Slow first. Then hard. Then you stay inside until I say you can move." He did all of it. Long deep strokes cracked her composure into raw moans. Harder, when she demanded it, the wet slap obscene, her pussy clutching like she meant to keep what he gave her. She came with a sharp cry she didn't hide. He followed, buried to the balls, pulsing, filling her until come squeezed out around his cock. She smeared it over her own clit, shivered through the afterglow, and only then let him ease out.

They didn't stop at one round.

By the end of the week the conference room, Danielle's office, the copy nook, and the locked supply closet had all been used. The door was shut because they wanted privacy, never because anyone was unsure. Every woman in the building took him more than once. Every time they asked out loud. Every time he answered and came deep, staying buried while they held it in and told him, plainly, that a baby was what they wanted, his, no fog left in the request. They had lined up for him. He had given them exactly that.

Eight months later the office was a quiet machine he ran alone.

Danielle's belly entered a room before she did. It was her last morning before maternity leave, coat open over a dress that hid nothing of how thoroughly the job had been done. Paulina had gone the week before, one hand on the curve of her stomach, smiling. Vivian and Colette had left the week before that. Nadine and Marisol had cleared their desks on Monday, trading jokes about due dates and about the intern who wasn't an intern anymore. Harriet's email that morning said only: keys on your desk, don't screw up my forecasts, come see the baby when she arrives. The promotion letter sat in Anton's inbox from the board Danielle still chaired from her phone. Associate Director, effective immediately. He was the only person left who knew where everything lived, and the one every client already trusted, because he'd been the voice answering when the women went home to wait.

Danielle set a hand on the swell of her stomach and looked at the nameplate on her old door. She smiled the way she had that first morning, only softer, heavier, pleased all the way down to the place he'd filled.

"You knocked up every one of us," she said. "Seven babies on the way, and the company still standing because you didn't miss a deadline while you were doing it."

"You all lined up," he said. "I just didn't pull out."

She laughed, low, and palmed her belly, possessive. She stepped close, heat and roundness between them, eyes hungry even now.

"Maternity leave isn't a convent," she said. "When I can be on my back again, I'm not waiting. Tell me the truth before I go."

"You going to put another one in me the week I get cleared, or do I have to get back in line behind the others?"