I strut back into Piper’s office once again the next day like I fucking own the place. Who am I kidding, right? I fucking own the shit out of this place now that my fucking DNA is splattered all over her precious furniture.

The thought of my hot cum hitting the desk and the floor then spraying all over the walls in her office brings me immense fucking joy.

Piper is intense, and she needs to lighten the fuck up sometimes. I mean, she’s a really fucking hot chick. There’s no reason to have a stick up her ass all the fucking time.

I know she’s into me. I can just feel it, and I see it in her eyes, especially after watching her watch me leak my creamy cum all over her desk. It’s better than pouring it into some cum dumpster model.

I know, you think I’m a total fucking asshole, right? That I don’t care about women and think I can do whatever fucking degrading thing I want to them.

Well, you are fucking dead wrong because it’s all in good fun. I do care…to a certain degree. I just want to make sure everybody has a good time, and the ultimate end goal for me is a powerful orgasm that makes me unable to see straight.

And I always take care of whatever woman it is too. In fact, I don’t rest until she’s had more fucking orgasms than me. I’m generous like that.

With a large smile teasing across my lips, I waltz into Piper’s office with purpose. She’s called me in here this morning, and I don’t know why. She probably wants to bone me in the fucking corner or something.

Fuck, I’ll do it any time, any place. She’s so smoking hot she can spread her legs for me anytime.

“Good morning, sunshine,” I say and sit down across from her. I blow her a little kiss for added effect.

She eyes me as if I’m her fucking snotty-nosed kid brother or something. Whoa, wait a fucking minute. Where’s the seductive temptress? I fucking want her back, not this uptight bitch.

“Good morning.” She purses her lips together and crosses her arms.

For a brief moment, panic makes a cold sweat break out on my skin. Is she really going to fucking fire me?

Surely not after the night of fucking hot passion we shared.

“You know I’m very busy,” I say and tap my watch, making a point for her to get on with whatever the fuck she wants to say.

“I don’t fucking care about your schedule,” she says curtly with a smirk.

“Okay, then why am I here?” I stare at her as my heart races.

She takes a deep, measured breath. “I have a proposition for you.”

“Does it involve us fucking on top of your desk?” I grin, trying to appease her.

She pauses for a moment. “Maybe.”

“Really?” Well okay then. Someone call the fuck train because I am so on board. I didn’t fucking expect that one to come out of her mouth.

“But I prefer to fuck somewhere that’s not already been soiled,” she says with an air of ostentatious attitude.

“I’ll fuck you wherever you want me to.” I grin and lean in closer to her, drawing in the feminine scent of her perfume as I give her a wink. “And I do mean anywhere.”

Fuck, my raging hard-on is back, and I can’t impede it now. I want to rip her panties off and burrow my face between her legs so fucking bad I can already taste her sweet pussy nectar.

“This proposition has more to do with a…transaction of sorts.” She waves her hand in the air with grace.

“A transaction? You mean like monetary?”

She crosses her legs seductively. Her white blouse is unbuttoned at the top, leaving way for the perfect amount of cleavage to shine through. My imagination runs fucking wild as I dream of motorboating those enormous tits of hers.

“Let me ask you something.” She licks her lips.

“Anything,” I say with a shrug.

“Do you like cakes?”

Her question confuses me, but I answer anyway. “Um, yeah…I guess.” I let out a little chuckle. “I think chocolate cake with strawberry frosting is my favorite, if I have to pick one.”

She clicks her tongue and sighs dramatically. “I’m thinking about a different kind of cake.”

I shake my head. “You mean like pie?”

She laughs mischievously. “Well, I guess you can say this has to do with pie, only it’s also very, very different.” The words drip from her mouth as a whisper.

She’s making me feel hot, spicy, and full of raging fucking lust.

“If you want me to eat your pie, all you have to do is ask.” I toss her a devious wink.

She smiles and crosses her legs, then she uncrosses them. She’s fidgeting, but in a sexy way.

“You know how to bake a cake, right?” She grins wildly.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Piper?” I say, growing impatient.

“You have to use batter,” she states, ignoring me.

“Yeah…so?”

“I need your batter.” She comes straight out with it. She’s firm and looking me squarely in the eye.

But I’m fucking lost.

“My batter?”

“Your hot cum,” she says and smiles as she presses her tits together.

“You can have my hot cum anytime you want it, gorgeous,” I say and lean back in the chair. I have this effect on women. Even the CEO types go fucking crazy for me.

I must ooze sex appeal. Who the fuck am I kidding? I already know I do.

Piper suddenly gets a serious look on her face. “You want to keep your job, right?”

“Yes,” I say, becoming weary.

“Then I need your cum as my baby batter. I want to have a baby. You have perfect genes and you are fucking gorgeous. Yes, I am saying what you already know. You win, it’s fine. I need you to agree with this if you want to keep your job.”

I stare at her, certain she’s fucking bluffing.

I mean, she has to be right? Because what she’s saying is fucking out of left field that I’m literally reeling.

But no.

There’s no poker face to hide here. She really fucking means it.

What. The. Fuck.

“Are you saying if I don’t give you my sperm so you can have my baby, then I’m fired?” I can’t believe anyone actually has the balls to put me in this type of situation.

But you know what? Crazy as it seems, something about this kind of thrills me and makes me even more turned on for Piper. Who the fuck knows why?

“Yes,” she says flatly.

I’m incredulous, but if I’m being honest, I also really fucking like the idea of getting to have sex with her again, or maybe over and over and over again.

Like really, who here knows how long it takes to make a baby? Do you? Because I sure as fuck don’t. For all I know, we might have to try for months before she gets knocked up. And that right there has a ridiculous amount of appeal.

I finally understand the type of cake she wants to bake and the batter she needs to use. I’m just not sure I’m fucking there yet. Even though the fucking part sounds amazing.

I’m really not ready to be a fucking father; I’m way too fucking selfish right now. At least I can admit that, right? That keeps me from being a total asshole. I’m just a mostly asshole now.

I look up at her. She’s watching me expectantly. Fuck.

So I say the only thing I can to buy myself some time.

“Can I think about it?” I mean, that’s a reasonable response, right?

She pauses for a moment, pondering my request. “Fine,” she finally says. But you need to let me know soon.”

“Okay.” I take a deep breath and stand up. This meeting was so not what I expected. As I walk from her office, I call back over my shoulder. “I’ll be in touch.”