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Her name was Sylvianne. We both worked in the same call centre for an Aussie Company. It was not something either of us planned; we had both worked back late one night, dealing with another problematic client. It wasn’t anything pre-planned or worked out beforehand; far from it. We were both single and fairly well settled in our usual routine. The weekly team meetings and friendly professional emails never betrayed our latent simmering urges until she transferred to another department on another floor. Then late one Friday, everything changed; Everything changed radically.

First, some background; We had had a few dances at the last office Christmas party, and a few flirtatious emails, you know, the usual shtick. She was pretty enough to have been in a few episode on some Aussie TV shows over the years, & I was Handsome enough for the office Girls to whisper that I would make quite the catch, apparently. We went out for a couple of chill-out after work drinkies one Friday evening after dealing with a particularly troublesome client late one balmy evening last Summer; The stupid fucking bastards had tried playing one of our departments within our division off against one another to derive an insignificant benefit on a contract, and we (Sylvianne & I) had caught them out red-handed, so we decided spontaneously afterwards to go out for some celebratory drinks. It was a pretty satisfying victory for us worker drones in the trenches, as we get fucked around by our larger corporate customers on an almost daily basis, especially the larger corporatio!
ns, like the Education Department, the Stock Exchange, and our personal fave, the Local Car dealership franchise. We’d just finished hammering out an agreement with a particularly difficult account five minutes before knock off time, Friday afternoon.

In our section, we call these enquiries “Five O’clock specials” , as they always seem to materialize five minutes or so before knock off time just before the weekend is due to kick off. Needless to say, this particular customer had a fucking thorny-enough issue that we needed to stay back fairly late after knock-off time at the office to work out a suitable solution to keep ‘em happy until Monday morning when the REAL worker drones would clock in and be able to resolve the issue in a suitably appropriate manner. We managed, between her efforts & mine, to deflect the heat until first thing Monday morning. After chastising the disgruntled customer in a suitablly appropriate fashion, we decided some after-work beers were in order to celebrate deflecting the blame once again from what could have potentially become yet another major crisis at work (This is a regular event within our Aussie call centre).

As I had cunningly done at our Christmas office Party several months earlier, throughout the course of the after- work drinks, I remained the complete gentleman towards Sylvianne. I was charming, ebullient, and witty, without coming across as needy, clingy or desperate. I escorted her to her little car at the end of the evening, & got a friendly peck on the cheek as my sole reward. I knew deep down this would lead to bigger & better things if I played my cards right, & knew it was a positive sign, so I played the Cool Man, & remained aloof, but still-interested type. Needless to say, it worked a charm.

A week later, I got a work email from Sylvianne that was “almost” fairly harmless. She had transferred to another Department in a different floor, & was letting us fellow worker drones back know what life was like up on the 4th floor. Needless to say, I was a tad cheeky in my reply to her, & she responded in kind. One thing lead to another, & we had an unofficial date lined up during the next office work Party. Now, Don’t get me wrong, we both knew what were getting ourselves into (I think I should point out that I am a 36 Y/o average Aussie Male, while she is a 45 Y/o attractive female) but yeah, one thing lead to another, and we started fucking like rabbits in heat over the Chrissie holidays. In hindsight, no one at work was any the wiser, thank goodness.

She had just left a 10 year relationship with her ex who was firing blanks, & was in a very desperate need to feel a real man shooting live ammo into her (her words) instead of practice rounds or blanks. As an Ex-Infantry soldier, who was I not to oblige her this most base of primal urges with my Love Gun.. heh heh..

We fucked like there was no tomorrow, even though a tiny voice in the back of my head was screaming out to take precautions, or at least, tarp down the load. After having just left a long term relationship of 5 years myself, I was pretty sure I wasn’t bringing any unwanted baggage or misguided feelings to the table myself, & thought that she was of a similar mindset. How wrong this would prove to be…

As you can probably imagine, we fucked like bunnies in heat, with her spasming cervix often nudging the head of my thrusting cock as I pounded into her. As I began trembling and quivering in anticipation of a gigantic orgasm, she frequently would whisper in my ear “make me pregnant, Baby. Fill me with your potent, virile seed” to push me over the edge, and it worked like the proverbial charm. I bathed her hot, sticky cunt in my gooey semen regularly & often, and she fucking loved it immensely.

We shared a most beautiful New Years Eve together as well. Between relaxed BBQ’s during the glorious Aussie summer, & sunny, lazy days over the Christmas Break (Southern Hemisphere summer =Decemember, yeah?) we thought we were the idyllic couple. I always came in her without condoms because she wanted to make up for lost opportunities she had missed out on during the last ten years from Blank-shooting hubby; I sure as hell wasn’t exactly going to complain, if you know what I mean. (Something about raincoats & showers….) However, one thing led to another, & she told me late that January several weeks later that she was very late with her Period.

Gulp.

Here was a hiccup neither of us had really given much serious, realistic thought to, despite our propensity to play risky cum-in-your-pussy games while we fucked. I wish I had a dollar for every time she had come hard while I whispered dirty stories in her ear about her going to work with a womb stoppered full of my cum. She would usually cum or goosh when I mentioned keeping my sticky seed up inside her fertile womb all day with her panties or a stopper, especially if she was due to be ovulating, secretly, in front of all the other women in the call centre. It was our little dirty private secret, & was guaranteed to make Sylvianne cum like an avalanche whenever I mentioned it to her mid-thrust. Her nipples would harden instantly, and we’d have to use towels afterwards to soak up the saturated mattresses from her gigantic goosh. It turned her on no end. It pretty much pushed me over the edge too, thinking about it, although I was not quite as aroused by the thought as Sy!
lvianne was. I think it is fair to point out at this stage that she was 45 Y/O, & a was more than a little bit desperate to have some kid(s )before the ole biological clock ticker ran out. Little did I know that I was the one selected by her as suitable breeding stock to fulfil this dream, whether I wanted to or not…

After some serious hardcore rutting on New Years Eve, we eventually drifted apart, due to different opinions & attitudes. It was pretty awkward at the office, to say the least, until she transferred to her new department on a different floor of the Building.Then I got a text message from her mid-January saying she was pretty Late, & that she wanted to have a talk. I met up with her, uncertain as to where things would go with this, as we were no longer close & intimate, but she was now supposedly heavy with child from our Christmas Holiday union. Thinking about it gave me a very stiff hard on, even though I knew it was not really what I wanted deep down. We had a few unhappy moments as we discussed our available options, but eventually Fate took things out of our hands a few weeks later & Sylvianne spontaneously miscarried due to her advanced years (Sylvianne, FYI, is a very, very active, healthy Person, much more so than I, but still lost our Baby due to her advanced 45+ ye!
ars age.)

After that, things changed pretty rapidly between the two of us. She didn’t want to have anything to do with me because I wouldn’t try for another Baby, & I wouldn’t have a bar of being a new Dad with her if I could help it. This caused a rather large awkward rift between us, to the point that we no longer have an amicable friendship, sadly. I shall never forget my Magnificent Sylvianne, and her horny pleas to be heavy with child, with our baby, despite all our unpleasant circumstances & work/life complications…. She made me feel very studly & Manly when she begged me for my babies/seed. Maybe she will find true happiness with her new partner… I heard she went on a solo 2 month adventure to the Indian Subcontinent to get over Me/Our baby…. I often wonder if she’s now carrying a dark brown baby within her womb from some random stranger, instead of my child……