My legal assistant Amanda was a total fox. Funny, sexy, incredible tits... I loved going to work each day. We fell into a friendship, became drinking buddies, confidants... but there was a problem. Mandy was married, and a good Catholic girl. So she wasn’t going to cheat.
We’d go out and drink, and have very sexual discussions. She’d say shit like, “I just want a big hard dick pounding me for a long time... I’ve never had an orgasm just from fucking, you know what I mean?” I went home and fucked the shit out of my girlfriend. “What got into you?” she asked.
So Mandy took up a yoga class at lunch. She’d usually change in the bathroom, and drive to the yoga studio across the road.
I don’t remember how it happened, but I found myself alone in her office on one of her yoga days. She’d left her bag next to the desk, and her clothes were in it. I checked out her stockings, bra (34D), and panties. They were quite moist and smelled like heaven. I got a huge boner smelling the little strip of fabric that cradled her Latina taco.
So naturally I locked the door, pulled out my cock, and filled her panties with cum. I left a big gooey mess for her to find, and put her things back in the bag. I was a little nervous, but she just winked at me, later in the day.
A couple of months later, she tells me she is pregnant. “We always use a condom, but I guess one failed.” She tells me her due date, and I did some reverse engineering. Conception was right around the time of the yoga class. So who knows? I did not volunteer any information. Wonder how her husband feels about raising my bastard.