I own a security and personal protection company in a metropolitan area. I am 34 years old, single, 6’2” tall and 190 pounds.

Our two office clerks are as different as night and day. June is a tall Caucasian lady almost 6 feet tall and went to college on a basketball scholarship. She acts as our office manager and is supervises Juanita who is a very short (4’11’) Mexican lady who was born and raised in Arizona and speaks English without an accent. Being bi-lingual is an asset here in the desert southwest. June is married with two lovely boys who visit the office occasionally. Juanita is a lesbian. She is very cute with perfect sized breasts but carrying a few extra pounds around the waist and seldom talks about her private life. Both are very good at their work and are assets to the business.

Last week Juanita came into the office and asked to speak with me on a personal matter. She closed and locked the office door before sitting down.

“How may I help you, Juanita?”

“Mr. Johnson, as you know, I am a Lesbian. I have made no attempt to hide my lifestyle but I also don’t speak of it often, either. I would like for you to meet my partner. We have a request that I hope you will consider carefully and think about it for at least a week before giving us your answer. I also hope our request will not jeopardize my position here as I really love my job.”

My curiosity was now very high so I agreed to meet them at noon tomorrow at the Mexican restaurant about a block from the office.

The next morning Juanita acted very nervous but the work got done efficiently and quickly. June came into the office and wanted to know if everything was okay. She said she seemed to sense some tension in the office and wanted to know if she could help with any problem. I explained that everything was fine but Juanita and I might be back from lunch a little late as we were going to have lunch with her partner and may talk a little longer than necessary. I assured her that nothing was wrong and it was just a social lunch that I hoped to have with her and her husband some day if he could get away.

Lunch time came and Juanita and I left the office meeting her partner at the front door. We were introduced and I was surprised to meet a beautiful black lady with a knockout figure. Her name was LaWanda and her handshake was that of a man – firm and solid while her hand was also warm and soft. We walked to the restaurant and took a booth in the corner. After eating they finally got around to why they asked to speak with me.

“Mr. Johnson,” started LaWanda, “As you know we are partners. Even though we are Lesbians we would still like to have a family. We have spent a lot of time discussing this and we have decided that Juanita should have a child.”

“Okay. Have you spoken with any of the artificial insemination clinics here in the metropolitan area?”

“Yes we have. They want a lot of money for the process and cannot guarantee results, plus they cannot even guarantee the baby would be healthy or anything.”

“Then how may I help?”

Juanita leaned forward, and in a quiet voice said, “We would like for you to be the father of our baby. You would not have any legal responsibilities nor would you be required to pay for any medical bills or child support. Our medical insurance from LaWanda’s employer will cover all the medical and no one will ever know who the father is, nor will it be listed on the birth certificate.”

“Ladies, I am very flattered you would want me to father your child, but Juanita is my employee and I’m afraid that fathering her child could cause some problems in the office. The other employees would not know, but she and I would know and I can see all kinds of difficulties with this.”

“Mr. Johnson, we have thought of that, also and we have talked over different scenarios and believe we can avoid any problems, however, if your fathering a child I am carrying, then I would be willing to seek employment elsewhere to have your child. You are disease free, in very good health and shape, and we both want the father to be Caucasian. Please think about this and realize there would be no emotional attachment in this, just pure sex to make Juanita pregnant. I also know that having sex with someone more than once can cause some emotional attachment, but we can handle that if you can. We believe we have a solution if you agree. We just want you to think about it for a week. That is when she will become fertile.”

I agreed to think about it, but boy, am I conflicted. I really would not mind seeing that little Mexican gal naked, and I am sure I would enjoy fucking her, but deliberately fathering a child of an employee could get sticky (no pun intended).

After a week of thinking on this, I agreed to their request. We agreed for the best chance for her to get pregnant was for us to have sex every day for 21 days straight between her periods.

When I built my office, I had it broken up into four different areas. One area was for the monitoring of the security systems, one for the administrative and personal protection area, one for the security guards, and the last was built as a two bedroom, two bathroom apartment.

During the week I usually stay in the apartment and go to my house in the country for the weekend.