Katja's hands moved deftly over the loom, weaving the fabric that would eventually become someone's garment. She barely registered the hum of the machines or the chatter of her fellow workers. Her mind was elsewhere, lost in a daydream about Walter Stuttebecker, the factory's overseer.
Walter was a striking figure, with his chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes. But it was his impressive penis and heavy balls that really caught Katja's attention. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement every time he passed through the factory floor, knowing that she was the one he chose to fuck.
Katja's apron, like those of all the other women in the factory, left her rear on full display. She took pride in the fact that she was the one who got to bear Walter's children, and she wore each pregnancy as a badge of honor.
As if on cue, Walter appeared behind her, his eyes fixed on her swaying hips. With a swift motion, he stepped behind her, bent her over, and thrust into her wet, fertile snatch. Katja gasped as he filled her, her pussy gripping him tightly.
"Fuck, Katja," Walter growled, his fingers digging into her hips. "You're so fucking tight."
Katja moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as Walter pounded into her. She could feel the other women's envious glances, and she reveled in it. She was the one Walter chose, the one he wanted.
Walter's fingers found her clit, and he began to rub slow circles around it. Katja cried out, her orgasm building quickly. She could feel Walter's cock swelling inside her, and she knew he was close too.
With a final thrust, Walter came, filling Katja with his seed. She moaned, her pussy milking him for every drop. Walter withdrew, his semen running down her thighs.
Katja stood, smoothing her apron down as Walter adjusted his pants. She could feel the weight of his seed inside her, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she was pregnant again.
As Walter left the factory floor, Katja couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She was the one who got to bear his children, the one who got to experience his virility. She wouldn't have it any other way.
But as she returned to her loom, she couldn't help but think about what would happen if Walter ever left. Would another woman take her place? Would she be forced to watch as Walter chose someone else to fuck?
Katja shook her head, banishing the thought. Walter would never leave her. She was sure of it. And even if he did, she would always have the memories of their encounters to keep her warm at night.
As the day wore on, Katja couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. She was the one who got to bear Walter's children, the one who got to experience his virility. She was the envy of all the other women in the factory, and she loved it.
As the shift came to an end, Katja couldn't help but think about what the future held. Another pregnancy? Another child? She didn't know, but she was excited to find out.
As she clocked out and left the factory, Katja couldn't help but smile. She was the one who got to bear Walter's children, the one who got to experience his virility. And she wouldn't have it any other way.
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Katja and Walter's relationship was far from traditional, but it worked for them. They both knew what they wanted, and they weren't afraid to go after it. And even though they didn't have a conventional relationship, they were happy.
As the months passed, Katja's belly began to grow, a reminder of the life she was creating inside her. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as she waddled through the factory, her fellow workers looking on with envy.
But even as her belly grew, Walter's desire for her didn't wane. If anything, it only grew stronger. He couldn't keep his hands off her, his fingers always finding her swollen clit or her tight nipples.
And when the time came for Katja to give birth, Walter was by her side, holding her hand and whispering words of encouragement. When their child, replacing Katja's previous pregnancies, was finally born, Walter couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.
He looked at Katja, his heart swelling with love. She was the one who had given him this child, the one who had experienced his virility. He knew that he would never be able to repay her for what she had given him.
As they left the hospital, Katja couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. She had created a life, brought a new soul into the world. And as she looked at Walter, she knew that she had made the right choice.
They had a life together, filled with passion and love. And even though it wasn't conventional, it was perfect for them. They were happy, and that's all that mattered.
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Katja and Walter's story is a testament to the power of love and desire. They found each other in the most unlikely of places, and they made it work. They proved that you don't need a traditional relationship to be happy, that you don't need to follow society's rules to find love.
They found love in each other, and they held onto it with everything they had. And even as the years passed, their love never faded. They grew older, but they never grew apart.
They remained passionate, their love for each other never waning. And even as they reached the end of their lives, they knew that they had lived a full and happy life, together.
They had created a family, brought new life into the world. And even though they were no longer together in the physical sense, they knew that their love would live on, through their children and their children's children.
Katja and Walter's story is a reminder that love knows no bounds, that it can flourish even in the most unlikely of places. It's a story of passion and desire, of love and happiness. And it's a story that will live on, for generations to come.