The next day they tried out Bobili's new system. After sleeping in late and having breakfast in bed, Alice let Bobili fuss over her. Her pelvis ached deep inside from coming but it was a familiar sensation and she wasn't as sore outside as she'd thought she'd be. This was probably as much because of all the manmade lubricant as the aloe vera.
Noon came, a light lunch, and for the rest of the day each of the men came to Alice at a time set by their work schedules. On clean sheets and a soft bed, they made love one at a time, in their own way, taking their time. Afterwards, Alice would rest for a few minutes with her legs up just to be on the safe side. Give the little buggers every fighting chance, was what Bobili said.
Alice felt better taking showers or a swim between her lovers, although she was a little worried that the swimming pool would wash away some semen or that the chlorine would kill the sperm. Sometimes Alice called in Bobili during a break and asked for something special for variety, like a massage with a vibrator or a butt plug. Bobili had her own tricks, however. Although most of the cockwork was going to Alice for the time being, some of the guys were still turned on after their time was up. Bobili happily brought them off a third of fourth time, figuring that by then there wasn't much sperm left for Alice anyway.
Alice was always comfortable being fucked by Gabe or Curt -- they had been doing this for a long time but she had been on the pill before. Now that there was a reason for her to get pregnant, it was an additional thrill, making sex she had always enjoyed even more pleasurable.
Bill and Manuel spiced it up for Alice. Bill was handy with his tool but fairly conventional in his tastes. She liked having sex with him because he stroked her a lot and worshipped her breasts all during the time he was recovering. Sometimes, when he was having trouble getting it up again, she would deep-throat him. He liked it but he would never ask for it. He was too shy.
Manuel was another story. He was a wild man once he got started. He left huge wet spots and the room smelled like a railroad brothel (Bobili's comparison) when he was done.
Manuel was still dying to get into Alice's ass. One day, a couple of weeks after the gang bang, she let him. He had already come three times and there probably wouldn't have been much there anyway. Also, she felt sorry for overreacting during her rut. Rather than make him come inside her cunt again, and let his good stuff wash out, she figured why not let him do what he wants. So, lying under him she grabbed her legs and tilted back until her rosebud was up and let him slide in. He was big around for this kind of thing -- it was easier to take when dicks were long and thin. It took him three or four thrusts to stuff it past her sphincter. After that he rocked back and forth holding her by the thighs, balls rolling on the sheets, until he broke out in a sweat and grunted. She felt a flood of warmth in her guts and then a feeling like she had to poop and he slid out. He was so happy. She didn't mind it but it wasn't her favorite sex. After that she let Bobili deal with Manuel's ass-hunger and that was fine with everyone.
There was also a surprise in store. Bill and Manuel were away from their posts a lot. They could not have done that without approval from their supervisor, a guy named Roelf. Roelf was not a guy to mess around with. Roelf was director of security for Mr. Numbnuts and there was something very sinister about him. When he talked, people did not contradict him. Bill and Manuel would not think of crossing him. Curt had met with Roelf early on and briefed him on the whole situation. A few days after "Plan B" was put into operation Roelf said he wanted a meeting with everyone at the estate. He gave a precise time and date and specified which room. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that they should be there. Every one of them came a few minutes early.
Alice, Gabe, and Bobili had never met Roelf before in person; they had only heard of his reputation. They did not know what to expect. When he arrived, they were completely unprepared. Roelf stood six feet seven and looked like a tank. He had a clipped moustache and military cut to his sandy blonde hair and the biggest biceps either woman had ever seen on a man. He spoke with a South African accent and he did not sit down. In his khaki uniform, he looked like he should be carrying a cavalry officer's whip or an AK-47. Roelf did not have to threaten. He could intimidate by just sitting there. One look in his eyes and it was obvious that he was capable of doing things you didn't want to know about.
He had "ex-mercenary" written all over him.
Roelf knew what was going on and had figured out that the future of the whole company depended on knocking up Alice. As director of security for Mr. Numbnuts, he would lose big time if there was no heir. Not only was he making big bucks, but Mr. Numbnuts had erased his past. He didn't want it back.
In plain language, Roelf told them what was on his mind. Mr. Numbnuts was losing his grip. He was neglecting his businesses. The idea of an heir was his obsession. He wanted daily reports on Alice and whether she was pregnant yet. His wife would never let him see her, he was sure. They didn't have to worry about a surprise visit anyway, as he was going to Europe for two months. The semen would arrive by air express. (It already had come that way a couple of times, from cities on the East Coast.)
It was imperative that Alice conceive and fast, before Mr. Numbnuts did something stupid or was removed from his authority. He was therefore taking charge of the operation. Oh, and by the way, he was going to screw her himself, too. He had heard that she was the best lay in the world.
