by Tia Siren
“Well, I’ve heard tales of all this artificial stuff, and you have to be careful. Christ, who knows what sort of kid you could end up with? Don’t forget some of these clinics pay for sperm, and you get all sorts of people going to donate. From high school dropouts to guys who are hard up for cash.”
Her nose wrinkled in disgust, and I laughed.
“There are some where you can see the father’s details. But many are like you say, they just accept anyone who can come in a small jar!” I laughed.
Jules started laughing, and tears were rolling down our cheeks. I imagined a line of men with small jars, their cocks in their hands trying to catch their cum.
“It could be worse though,” Jules said, wiping tears from her face.
“How is that?” I asked. I burst into another fit of giggles.
“You could end up with a kid like that one crying over there,” she said sarcastically.
Our laughter subsided, and we started to chat more seriously about the subject. Jules was right in what she said, I did have to take it seriously. I could end up with any guy’s sperm inside of me. The mentality of the child in question was not the only thing to consider. Any family illnesses and ailments also had to be thought about. The risk of a sick child was just too much to worry about.
I’d made up my mind, and now it was time for me to seriously look at my options. And there was no way Evan was going to make an appearance after all this time. So, I had to do what was best for me. Having a child on my own would make me complete. And a man in my life could drag me down and get in the way. This way, I could share my love with a child who would appreciate being brought into the world. And they’d be raised by someone who actually loved them for the miracle that they truly were.
If I could find a donor who was half the man Evan was, I would be happy with the result. Then the child would have the best of both sides. A successful mother, and a father who possessed all of the natural good looks you could wish to see in a good man.
Chapter 3
Evan
Sleep, and lots of it, that’s what the experts recommended for a clean and healthy lifestyle. The right amount must be enjoyed every single day. I made sure of it, and today was no exception. It had been a late last session yesterday, so I’d only arrived home at around three A.M this morning.
I scheduled today’s clients for later in the afternoon. I had to have the recommended number of hours of sleep to keep me in tip-top condition. After a full night’s rest, I headed to my personal gym and breezed through my daily thirty minutes of cardio exercise. This maintained my fitness at the most optimal level. The most important thing was that it helped me to keep my stamina at the level I needed when I was servicing my clients.
My next customer could be a tricky one. As always, she’d been advised to go to suite sixty-nine. Sure, it was a little cheesy, but I found it funny when I thought of it. The Hotel Fardo was not a huge place with four of five hundred rooms in the building. It was a more modest hotel with around eighty rooms. It catered to me very well.
The business owners were highly discreet and never mentioned the operation that I was running from one of their executive suites. Even the cleaning ladies turned a blind eye to the massive amounts of linen that were consumed by the suite on many days. It was not often I only had one client. Most days, there were two sessions, and that was my self-imposed maximum. I was only human after all, and more than that could weaken my potency and my performance.
I arrived at the suite and could see that the hotel staff had done another fantastic job of cleaning. It looked like no one had ever set a foot in the place, never mind had a serious fucking session in a bid to become pregnant. Two glorious times a day with different women.
There was a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole. It was a husband and wife waiting for me to open the door. They looked on edge, gazing insecurely down the hallway in case they were recognized. I let them in and invited them into the living room.
“Nice place you have here Mr…,” said the husband.
Rule number one, keep my real identity a secret.
The couple sat close to each other on the couch and handed me their folder. I had already seen their application and test results, and they had met the whole set of requirements. There seemed to be no reason she couldn’t conceive.
“So, why have you come to me?” I asked. “I will make it clear from the start, couples generally, I don’t get involved with. For obvious reasons.”
“Well, we have tried to have kids for years, and it just isn’t working for us,” the husband said. “We heard about your success rate. We thought if anyone could help us, you could.”
He held his wife’s hand in a sweet gesture of intimacy.
“I see you have passed all the tests, and you have both been tested and are declared fit for having kids. So why do you think it hasn’t happened?” I directed my question at the wife.
You must be doing something wrong. Christ, you have a high sperm count, and your wife is okay. It beats me. Maybe you’re just no good in bed?
“I’m not sure,” she replied sheepishly. “We have sex regularly. We have even stuck to the calendar of the optimal times, but I think luck has just not been on our side.”
“I may be able to help, but I want you to know… it’s not an easy thing for couples to go through. And are you comfortable with the whole situation?” I looked at the husband.
He smiled at his wife.
“Very much so,” he said with a wry smile. “I’ve wanted a family with my wife for such a long time. I would try anything to be in that position with her.”
I ogled them. God, the wife was actually quite stunning with long jet-black hair and dark hazelnut eyes. She also had nice tits on her that were trying their hardest to free themselves from her top.
Fuck!
The husband leaned toward me before speaking. “When you actually do the sex part, is there any way I can be part of it?”
“It’s possible for you to watch, but nothing more. And there would be no touching at all, not even you and your wife. She will be under my control, and mine alone.”
“That sounds okay,” the husband said.
The wife’s breasts rose and fell with each nervous breath that she took…
“You may find it very uncomfortable,” I explained. “You have to sit there and watch me fuck your wife. And I will tell you now, she will enjoy it. In truth, she will be screaming and moaning. And that’s just the second stage. Because there is a long, slow, foreplay session of oral sex between the two of us to get her ready.”
My gaze lingered on the wife.
“I am fine with that,” the husband said, nodding in agreement. “Whatever it takes to get her pregnant.”
I licked my top lip. “You can sit close to her, and you will be able to see me sucking her clitoris. She will have my large dick in her mouth on more than one occasion.” I needed to make sure he understood before we got started.
“I am fine with whatever. I just want a family,” the man said. A rogue tear welled up in his eye.
The wife gripped the husband’s hand nervously. “I feel a little uncomfortable with the whole thing. Is there no way, you can, you know… just be a, a donor?”
“That’s not the way I work. It is sex or nothing. There’s no donations or anything, and to be brutally honest, it appears you have doubts about the whole thing. I’m not really confident I can actually help you now.”
They turned to each other. Their gaze locked, like they communicated with each other mentally. They both turned to face me. It was like they had come to a decision that had been made between them both. The wife lifted her leg and crossed it over her knee. She raised her leg much higher than was necessary… maybe she wanted me to see what was at the end of her long slender legs?
The wife then, nervously, but seductively, placed her finger on her bottom lip, “I’m fine now. We follow your rules, and my husband can’t touch while you make me suck on you
r hard cock. Um, and you slowly rub your tongue against my throbbing clit.”
She was trying to seduce me, and it was working. Fuck, I love my job.
“It sounds like you have the hang of the whole idea now. And if we all just follow the rules, then everything will work out fine.”
The woman nervously slid her skirt up her thigh and parted her legs slightly. She was pretty hot.
“Well, this may just be your lucky day, I will set an appointment for you. I will check the schedule, and see what slots are available. Then we’ll see what we can do for you.”
“I do hope so, and I look forward to it,” the husband said gratefully.
“One final thing. The money has to be deposited on or before the appointment that we have set. And if it is not there or if it’s late, there will be no service provided.”
The husband held out his hand and thanked me. He walked to the door. The wife held out her hand. I touched her fingers and politely kissed her on the top of the hand. My eyes caught hers. She was squirming where she stood and biting her bottom lip.
They slowly went off into the hallway. The woman glanced over her shoulder and cast me a smile before entering the elevator. They disappeared into the elevator, and then they were gone.
They were a friendly couple, but they have too many doubts. If they return, it will be a miracle. I don’t think I will ever see them again.
The door closed, and I walked back into the living room. Married couples are always the fucking same. Christ, I should’ve never allowed myself to even consider couples. It’s a pain in the ass from start to finish; no matter how much they say they’re comfortable with the idea. Because once the husband sees me with their wife, they become jealous. I take them in many positions, and we can fuck a couple of times if I feel I can finish twice.
That’s the easy part. As I mentioned to the latest possible clients, once they see me sucking on her clit and she’s giving me a long, slow, blowjob. Well, then things can escalate rather quickly in the emotional department.
It’s entirely understandable, though. It’s not a situation that I would like to be in. Having to sit and watch the person who you love pushed to their very limits. All right before they have a powerful orgasm; knowing their wife’s pussy is full of another man’s potent seed.
If it was Piper and me, there would be no way on God’s green earth that I would let anyone anywhere near her.
Piper would be my one and only.
Things were wrapped up in the hotel suite. And the potential file was put away with the many hundreds I already had in storage. I checked that all the electrical appliances and lights were turned off and disconnected. I pulled the door toward me, and then the living room phone rang.
If this had been anywhere else, I would ignore the phone and just leave and ignore it. Not many people had this number, so it had to be something quite important.
I walked back into the living room and picked up the phone.
“Hello,” I said.
“Why so formal big guy? It’s Tyler.”
“I wondered when you would call,” I said. I perched myself on the couch armrest.
“What you doing for dinner? Wanna catch up?” Tyler asked.
“Where are you thinking of going?” I asked, sliding onto the couch.
“How about Grazini’s? They do a pretty decent dinner.”
“It will have to be later though, I’m pretty tied up for a while,” I replied.
“Whatever time. I will be there around eight P.M anyway, so if you’re not there, I will just wait for you by the bar. I just need to bring you up to speed on the new app we are nearly finished with.”
“Just give me the details later. And make sure you are there. I know the type of women that go to that place. Fuck… I don’t want you vanishing on me.” I laughed.
“Okay, I’ll see you later,” Tyler said.
We both hung up the phone. I headed out the suite door. My mind thought of Piper again and the couple who could not get pregnant. No way would I share, or even think of sharing Piper. I had no idea what the world was coming to, sometimes.
I miss you, Piper.
Chapter 4
Piper
I knew where to go. I’d been there before. The couple had a remodeling project done in their master bedroom and dining room last year. But this time Jemima, the client, had a different set of requirements and would explain once I had arrived at their home.
I pulled my car into the driveway and stepped out of the car. Jemima was waiting for me.
“Nice to see you again, Jemima,” I said.
“You, too. Come on in.” She motioned for me to join her.
We walked inside. “How are the rooms?” I asked, peeking into the dining room.
“They are beautiful. We still receive comments about them after all this time. This is an excellent testament to the quality of your work.” She signaled me into the living room.
“So, you said over the phone, you need something done pretty quickly?” I asked.
I took out my notepad.
“I do,” she said. “It all came as a bit of a rush, I know, and it’s all backward. I need our guest bedroom converted into a nursery quickly.”
“I had no idea you had a baby. Wow, that did happen quick. Many congratulations to you for finally managing to succeed.”
I was sure she said she couldn’t conceive when I was here last time. This has happened rather quickly… or was she just lucky?
“I must confess, we had a little help from a special somebody,” Jemima replied quietly.
“Well, Jemima, you look very well, and you look super happy with the new addition to your family,” I said with a huge grin.
“Piper, let me tell you, I am so overjoyed. And after all that time trying. We are so happy with our little one. Come on I will show you, and you can see the room.”
I followed her up the stairs. I knew the room she was talking about, and I was sure it would be a piece of cake to remodel it. I mean, it was just a quick makeover and the addition of some built-in closet space, and then it’s done.
I looked into the baby’s crib, and I saw that the little girl is gorgeous. She was dressed in a little pink top and a large diaper hung off her. Oh, wow… she’s so beautiful.
“Jemima, she’s a little doll,” I said as my heart warmed. If I had any doubts before about wanting a little one, they were gone now.
“I know, she’s perfect in every way,” she said. “No health issues or anything. Yes, a perfect bill of health the doctors gave her.” She smiled at her daughter, and my insides went gooey.
I spent a few minutes holding Jemima’s daughter, and that sealed the deal for me. I wanted one. If I could have bought one from the shop on the way home, I would have done exactly that.
I placed her back in her crib. She put her thumb into her mouth and started to suck gently. I melted completely. It was time. I had no doubt.
“Jemima, I am so jealous of you,” I said. “She’s fantastic.”
Jemima handed me samples of coverings she wanted in the nursery. We chatted for a while so I could get an idea of what she wanted.
I left Jemima and drove home. I knew now the time was right for me to take my decision to have a child seriously. If I could have a baby who was half as cute as Jemima’s daughter, I would be ecstatic, to say the least.
I held her in my arms and knew joy. I could just picture myself in the same situation. I really wanted this. So much!
I went through the samples and notes I had taken from Jemima. She needed the nursery completed soon. I would get the staff working on it early tomorrow morning.
I hastily had something to eat and showered. It was time for some research of my own. I had my pen and paper ready and a large steaming cup of coffee in hand. The computer booted up, and I clicked on the web browser icon.
I wonder who Jemima used… can I find the same person?
I stared at the search box in the browser.
“Parent
ing and fertility,” I typed. Then I pressed enter.
The page flashed and my search results were there in an instant. The top ones were the normal paid ads, so I knew these weren’t going to be much help. I scrolled down the links on by one.
Forum. That link grabbed my attention. There would be no advertising there, so this might provide me with a good place to start. I clicked the link, and I was presented with the rooms where chats are going on. There was one entry for parenting and fertility, and the last updates were made within the past few hours.
This must be okay. They are current, and it’s not an old post.
I read through the many entries and questions. The many parents to be were asking advice for various topics and specific questions.
I scrolled further and noticed a thread that had an update within the last twenty minutes. This room just had a two-word title, which seemed entirely appropriate for me. Baby Maker.
I clicked on the link to view all the past threads, and they all pointed to one website. The Baby Maker. It also mentioned the site couldn’t be accessed without logging in.
“Oh, shit.” I needed an account and started to think it was just a scam or a pay site.
I noticed a post from a few hours ago. The person had asked how to access the site. Clear as day, there was the log in info. I scribbled it down and followed the link to the website. I clicked back in the search bar and added my text search.
“Baby Maker,” I typed and pressed enter.
The site pops up with no advertising or requests to join a mailing list. Just their promise, a contact form, and some details of how their process works.
Whoever has done this is pretty smart.
I read everything the site had to say, and I could see whoever was doing this was really professional and serious about what they were doing. I found it hard to comprehend all that they were saying. The information was clear enough. It just seemed too much to be believed.
