Creampie Dreams: Impregnation Erotica Trilogy (5 page)

'Yes, I am,' replied Kate. She couldn't think of anything better to say.

The girl laughed. 'Oh, he'll like you. You look just like Sam. Good luck'

Before Kate could reply the girl turned back to her weeding, uninterested in further conversation.

Well,
thought Kate,
she's probably just pissed off I'll get to work indoors.

She reached the broad steps leading to the front door, passing between two stone lions standing guard. Kate marveled at the imposing entrance with its heavy hardwood doors and, with a deep breath, grasped the knocker and swung down.

Almost immediately the doors were swung open by a tall, well built man. In the first few moments Kate sized him up, as she sized up all her employers. Strong jaw, with faint lines surrounding his eyes and a two day beard hiding dimpled cheeks. Bright, alert, green eyes beneath dark eyebrows to match his short, neat hair. Maybe 45 years old, but very well maintained. His nails weren't manicured but were neatly trimmed, and his large hands looked strong and weathered.

Beneath his white shirt he was muscular, but they weren't gym muscles. There was nothing showy about his physique; nothing to suggest he spent hours vainly sculpting his body. He simply looked like a man who spent a lot of time outdoors doing hard, physical work, a figure at odds with his clothing.

The French cuffs of his white shirt were pinned with simple but tasteful cufflinks. Both his shirt and pants were clearly expertly tailored, and his black Oxford shoes were understated but undoubtedly expensive. A silver Omega chronograph peeked out from a cuff. No wedding ring.

All of this came to Kate in an instant. Years of judging whether her father would hug her or hit her had left her with the uncanny ability to size people up in moments. She got little from this man but an abundance confidence. He was, it was impossible to deny, the master of the house.

'Ah, you must be Kate,' he said with a broad smile. 'I'm John. Come on in.'

Without waiting for a response he turned back into the grand hallway, striding across the marble floor towards an open door to the left of the wide central staircase. There he paused, waiting for Kate to catch up and enter before him.

The room was an office cluttered with open books, newspapers and notepads. An antique mahogany desk was hidden beneath the mess, the jade leather surface only visible between piles of papers. John leaned against it, dislodging an iPad and a few sheets of paper onto the floor. Ignoring the mess he gestured for Kate to take the ragged, beaten oxblood Chesterfield armchair that sat before it.

John grinned. 'I got one rule. This is my sanctuary. As you can see, nobody cleans this room but me, and even I don't do it. You'll never set foot in here without my permission, but the rest of the house you can treat as your own. Deal?'

Kate was taken aback. 'Uh, sure, deal. No problem.'

'Then the job's yours, if you want it. You start Monday. I have to get back to work, but Samantha will show you the ropes. Matt - that's my son, Matt - he'll be with his mother for the next month, so you'll have an easy run in.' John looked over Kate's shoulder. 'Ah, here's Sam. Off you go, and good luck.'

Chapter Three

The rest of the day passed in a whirlwind. Samantha, the young woman Kate would be replacing, began by apologizing for John's curt manner. 'You'll soon get used to it,' she said. 'He's the easiest boss in their world, so long as you do exactly as he says.'

While giving Kate a tour of the house Samantha rubbed her belly as she talked endlessly about her impending motherhood. She was ready to burst, she said, pausing for breath as she hauled herself up the stairs. No mention of the father, but Samantha smiled as she explained that John would be providing for the child. She was taking six months paid maternity leave, and John had written checks for everything from ultrasounds to diaper pails without complaint.

Kate steered the conversation back to the job, but Samantha waved her off. John's son Matt, she said, was almost never there. John only took care of him on the weekends, and they almost always spent the time out of the house. In fact, Samantha said, she'd only met the kid four or five times in the year she'd worked for John.

'So why does he need an
au pair
?' asked Kate, perplexed.

Samantha laughed. 'Oh, he just likes people who like kids. You might see the little one every so often, but most of the time you'll just be expected to deal with the big kid's mess. I swear if it wasn't for me John wouldn't remember to dress himself.'

Kate listened, intrigued, as Samantha talked warmly about her boss. He'd seemed anything but welcoming to her, but Samantha has nothing but good things to say.

She explained that John had inherited a fortune from his parents, more money than he could spend in ten lifetimes, but he hadn't known what to do with it. Rather than blow as much as he could on fast cars and fast women he'd instead bought Green Gables and become a patron of several charities and foundations, all of them dedicated to helping orphans, abused children and even former child soldiers in war-torn African countries.

Now, she said, he spent most of his time attending fund raising drives, ribbon cuttings, $5,000 a plate charity dinners and all the other events expected of a high profile philanthropist. He never stopped moving, she said, full of admiration. He worked from dawn to dusk, and often late into the night.

Kate asked what he did in his free time. 'Does he have any hobbies?'

Samantha laughed. 'Hobbies? You could say that. He spends as much time with little Matt as possible, and he has a few other pastimes to blow off steam.'

Kate frowned. It seemed to her that there was something Samantha wanted to say. She'd been getting the feeling since she'd met her.

'OK, so what's the catch? This all seems too good to be true. Great pay; easy job; a boss who doesn't seem to ask for anything, or even need a staff. What aren't you telling me?'

Samantha stroked her belly and sighed. After a long pause she finally turned to Kate.

'OK, you're right. There's something you should know about John. Before I tell you I want to make it clear that he's done nothing wrong. Everyone has their little peccadilloes, but while John's is a little unusual he's never crossed the line.'

Samantha lowered herself carefully into a chair and wriggled a little to make herself comfortable. 'My baby. John's the father.'

Kate gasped with shock. She couldn't believe this admission.
He didn't cross the line? He'd impregnated one of his employees!

Samantha looked Kate in the eye. 'There's more. Evie, the gardener, she's pregnant too. She's due in four months.'

'Don't tell me John's the father.'

'Yes, he is. He also had a kid with his old chef, and his chauffeur. Maybe a few others, but he doesn't talk about the past so I'm not sure. It's a... Well, it's a hobby of his.'

'Getting women pregnant is a hobby?'

Samantha looked angry, defensive. 'Look, you don't understand. He's not a bad guy. We all consented. John's special. He's not like other guys. He's a little odd, sure, but he's a great man. Look, here's the thing. John has a... Well, I guess you'd call it a fetish. He loves breeding. He loves to be around women who are carrying his children, so... Well, so he hires them. That's his hobby. That's what he does to blow off steam.'

Kate fell into a chair, reeling. 'So that's why I've been hired? He wants to put a baby in me? Shit, no wonder he wasn't interested in my references.'

Samantha softened. She took Kate's hand and stroked it gently. 'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have explained it like that. You don't have to worry. The truth is he won't do anything you don't want to do. If you're not interested you can just work the job like any other. Take home a fat wage and forget about anything else. If you're interested, though... Well, there are benefits. You'd be set up for life. He takes care of all his kids, and their mothers. You'd never have to worry about paying the bills again. Just think about it, OK?'

Chapter Four

Kate had thought about it. All through the weekend she'd gone back and forth. One moment she decided she simply wouldn't show up Monday morning. The next moment she decided to give John a piece of her mind before storming out.

Throughout it all, though, she was reminded of her debts. An unidentified leak in the pipes tapped out a steady rhythm of drips in the kitchen. A flickering light bulb reminded her she hadn't paid the utilities, and a stack of unopened bank statements by the phone tormented her about her endless, crushing college loans.

Maybe I can just work the job for a little while,
she thought.
Samantha said he wouldn't force me into anything. Maybe I can take her at her word.

The weekend came to a close, and Monday morning found her back at the gates of Green Gables. On the long walk to the house she passed Evie, the pregnant gardener, happily pruning her roses. Samantha met her at the door and smiled before excusing herself. Her job was done, her final task to guide Kate to one of the many bedrooms on the second floor before leaving. Before she walked out she explained that this room would be Kate's, should she ever want to sleep over.

Finally alone, Kate turned to the bed. A package waited for her, with a note beside it written in a neat, efficient hand.

Put this on. Come to my office.

Kate gingerly unwrapped the package to find her new uniform waiting for her. A beautiful red backless silk dress folded in tissue paper, and a pair of red heels. Kate was loathe to change her clothes, but she'd never seen such a stunning dress.
This must have cost more than my entire wardrobe,
she thought.

Kate dropped her skirt and shrugged off her blouse, laying them on the bed beside her new dress. She lifted the soft, feather light silk and slipped quickly into it, hating herself for enjoying the feel of it against her skin.

A full length mirror hung from the wall beside the bed, and Kate viewed herself critically. She was far from beautiful, she thought. In fact, she'd always thought of herself as rather plain, and her track record with guys did nothing to dissuade her of her opinion. She had no problem getting dates, of course, but the men who courted her weren't the kind of guys who could afford to be picky.

Even so, Kate had to admit that the dress brought out the best in her. The silk clung to her slight frame, showing off her slim waist and small, pert breasts. A slim, tanned leg showed through a slit that ran up to the thigh. She noticed her panty line was visible beneath the curves of her buttocks, so with one hand she slipped off her underwear, dropping the panties on the pile of her old clothes.

She returned to the mirror, but this time she was struck by an unusual thought. She imagined herself growing with John's child, stretching out the delicate fabric of the dress. Kate didn't have much of a stomach but she pushed it out as far as it would go, gently stroking her belly as she had seen Samantha stroke hers. She cradled the tiny bump, imaging herself cradling the child John wanted to put inside her.

Kate was shocked to find herself a little aroused at the thought. She imagined the fabric tightening against her body as her breasts filled with milk, straining at the seams to contain her growing, fertile form. She slid her hands over her breasts, noticing her nipples standing to attention under her touch.

What am I doing?,
she thought.
Why is this turning me on?

She shook the thought away, disgusted with herself for even considering it. She was here for the money. That's it, just the money.

So why is your pussy getting wet, Kate?

She couldn't think of a good answer.

Chapter Five

The office door was standing open when Kate reached the foot of the stairs. The sound of a fire crackling in the hearth broke the silence, followed by the click of Kate's heels as they reached the marble floor.