Diary of a sperm donor
of
JakeD
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pulp
Being a single man in my mid-thirties was never easy. But it was the life I was used to. Since my poorly paid job entailed me working pretty much most days and weekends I never got around to meeting to many ladies. So, sex was always just me getting myself off every second day. Nothing wrong with it, me having a good wank. Certainly, helped keep me sane.
Since this was the norm for me, I always felt what a waist it was cuming into a cleanex that would be flushed down the toilet after jerking my Cock. So, since I always seemed to have an abundance of hot white creamy seed I thought, why not earn some spare cash as a sperm donor. I mean there must be lots of places I can donate my man milk to for a few hundred dollars. I started doing some searches and inquiries online and came across and advert that said “Gentlemen, would you like to make $750+ per month as a part time sperm donor?”
Hell, sure! I think
“Sperm banks across the US, Canada and around the world want you!” continues the advert message “Regardless of age, race or intelligence or health, they need YOUR sperm right NOW! Work smarter, not harder!”
I clicked on another link that took me to a website with the names of a whole lot of different sperm banks. They had bizarre sci-fi type names like Zygotex, Indant and Xytex. The one closest to me is Sryofert. Sryofert occupies the half of the eighth floor of a quiet, sunny, white medical building in Manhattan's upper west side.
I’m a 6-foot-tall, 35 year old male, in good shape with no diseases. While this puts me right in the meat of the clinic’s preferred donor profile, I must still pass an exhaustive battery of blood, semen and urine tests. The list of tests seem endless. There’s a written questionnaire that must be filled out and answered as well with questions going back four generations into my family tree. Other questions like Ever had low-grade fever?, Night sweats?, Have you ever engaged in sex for money or drugs?, Used intranasal cocaine?, Have you been in prison or jail for 72 hours or more? Have you had sex with anyone in the past year who would answer yes to any of the above questions?
How many alcoholic beverages do you consume per week? Have you had a tattoo ear or body piercing or acupuncture in the past 12 months?
Damn! I realize I’m fucked on any number of levels. If I want to get anywhere doing this I’ll have to just lie. A guy lucky enough to pass the barrage of tests must wait to begin the program while his donor hot seed specimen sits in quarantine for a long six months, only to go through the whole test process again and then must wait another whole six months!
After spending 40 minutes filling out the whole complex medical questionnaire and neatly ticking the answer boxes to a personality test as well, I’m ushered by a perky blond British woman with a loose pony tail down a short hall. The sperm collector sways as she walks. Her hips glide forward, and her shoulders just seem to float magically in their wake. Everything about her is clean, almost antiseptic. At a plain white door marked CR-B, her graceful, lily white palm extends like a wing, motioning me inside the room.
“You can just leave your sample on the white tray” she instructs, handing me a four-ounce, plastic specimen cup. The last thing in the world I feel like doing now is wanking off. I enter the “collection room” and pull the door shut behind me at the Sperm Banks orders. I haven’t so much as touched or flogged my pole in 3 days, the minimum amount of time to mass a sufficient spunk sample. For 72 hours I’ve been walking around with a firm pair of balls full of the hot white gold hanging from my groin. I sit in an uncomfortable high back-chair that faces a TV and DVD player. The place smells freshly cleaned. Very clinical. To my right, a thin roll of paper towels hangs above the aluminum sink. A bottle of orange rose colored antibacterial soap stands ready. In a metal basket to the left of the chair is a is a neatly arranged spread of X-rated DVDs and some glossy stroke mags. No windows, no vents, no mirrors – just a tiny, enclosed space arranged for the sole purpose of jerking off. The experience no doubt depressingly similar to being in my apartment.
I unzip my jeans and sigh as I start looking through some of the mags and DVDs. I decide there and then that I’m not going to even attempt to look at the mags or try get one of the DVDs loaded to play. I just slowly start stroking my pole which seems to be very un-co-operative now. Just not getting hard, but then I start thinking of the British Sryrofert employee that led me into this room. My cock starts to slowly then quickly harden as I think of her in just a few minutes from now holding the cup that will have my hot white man seed inside. The small smile she might display when I hand it to her. I think of her sneaking into another room with it and taking a sip from the specimen cup after I leave the place to go home, or her suddenly entering the room now, seeing me with my dick in my hand and then without saying a word, going down on her knees in front of me and her lovely soft hands taking my cock into her mouth, her head bobbing back and forth on my long hard pole. Just a fantasy thought. Nothing that would happen.
As I stroke my pole – now monstrously hard and throbbing with my knob – tip dark purple, I feel my balls tighten for the final jerk & pull, I grab the specimen cup. My nuts release a massive fountain of jizz. Cum container in hand, I hold it just slightly below my cuming cock and hold my pole with my knob a quarter way into the cup as pump and squeeze every drop of my creamy man milk out of my shaft and into the specimen cup.
I put my cock away and zip up my jeans. As I’m about to leave the room with the specimen cup I suddenly remember that I’m not supposed to take it with me to give to the pretty blond British sperm agent, only leave it on the white tray as instructed.
Damn! I think to myself. I really wanted to impress her with how much jizz I could produce filling up the specimen cup.
Two weeks go by and I’ve heard nothing. I check my emails every day all the time. I’m thinking to myself that I really need the money and I’m still going to have to wait months and months before I might ever receive a dime, that’s if I can pass the grade or at least if my seed is 100% what they looking for.
Third day into the new week I get a call from Sryofert. First thing the nurse tells me on the phone is something about “Thawed ejaculate”
“Thaw?” I scream. “What thaw?” “I need money to pay my fucking rent!”
The clinician tries to console me before telling me that not enough of my ejaculate survived the thaw. “But your sperm did survive the egg penetration test very well. You should have no problems or trouble conceiving a child of your own when you’re ready.”
I tell the clinician I’ve actually got no interest in kids and hang up the phone.
Two days later I get a call from the British nurse at Sryofert. She tells me that she’s calling me secretly and wants to chat with regards to my hot seed-spunk specimen I gave.
“I’m making a bit of a judgement call here but I thought you might be keen to make a private donation of your sperm” She says. “After meeting you on the day you came into our clinic, I was able to see the report on your sperm specimen which despite everything else was actually very good so I thought you might like to earn some extra cash” she explains.
“I’ve got two friends who desperately want a baby. They’re a lesbian couple named Janet and Lisa” the British blond continues telling me that she can set me up with them for a meeting.
“I told them that you’re a guy who would definitely fit the bill with regards to your looks and height for the type of baby and child that they would want” Would you be keen to do this, once off for say $350 payment?” she asks.
“Hell, Dam sure I would” I reply to her with a feeling of relief and excitement all at once at the thought of the $350 payment.
“OK”, says the British sperm agent. “Please will you email me a picture of yourself, as Janet and Lisa would like to see what you look like before we arrange a meeting”
“No problem, will do”
She leaves me her private email address before saying Goodbye. Unlike the tightly regulated sperm bank industry that does its best to take only the absolute cream of the crop and leave even relatively good spunk like mine out of the program, perhaps wealthy lesbians might be my saving grace. I just imagine a simple money transaction.
I email my picture to the anonymous type email address the lovely blond English lady gave me over the phone and wait for further instructions. Three days later I get a reply message from the British sperm agent nurse telling me that Janet and Lisa liked what they saw with the picture she forwarded to them and that the two lovely lesbian ladies will be contacting me soon for a meeting. I waited, feeling excited but also unsure. I needed the cash soon but also was thinking of them using my seed for the baby they wanted and how was this going to work exactly.
Well my worries and concerns were soon put to rest when I received a call from a woman introducing herself as Janet. She confirmed that it was herself and her partner Lisa who wanted to meet up for a dinner and discussion.
“Let’s meet up for dinner in a safe, public place” Janet suggests “just to make sure you’re not some kind of kook”
Saturday evening, I’m sitting in a booth at a diner, waiting for my muff-munching meal tickets to arrive. The eating establishment is a chic palace of red light and music, the flash point of moneyed scene. Everywhere I look there’s some goateed dude dressed smart with a shaved head and black rimmed glasses. The waitress, a hot looking, tight-bodied Polish girl with a handkerchief over her head, gives me wood, but right now there’s business to attend to. I sit and wait, watching another bald-headed guy pass my table.
Next coming through the door I see two women. They enter and stop briefly, checking the place out before making their way towards the seating booths where they automatically spot me, a single guy sitting alone. The one woman is tall thin with short hair and glasses, dressed in cotton pants and a checked shirt. The other woman is a little shorter with nice long brown hair and what appears to be a nice bust and figure. She’s dressed in a denim mini with black sandals and a tight top showing some cleavage.
“Jake” the girl in the denim mini asks as they both reach the table I’m at. “I’m Lisa, this is Janet” she introduces, briefly turning to the short haired woman next to her.
“Nice to meet you” she says.
As we all shake hands and the two baby-hungry bush-bangers get seated at the table I’m at. Janet with the short hair, black framed glasses and checked shirt starts asking me questions all well-rehearsed while Lisa looks on. I give my very best answers. I clearly state that “I am not interested in anything other than assisting people in reaching their dreams of having a child” and “I think giving the gift of life is the greatest gift of all”
After a few more drinks and some good chatter, feeling so much more relaxed I leave the table for a few minutes to go piss. When I return the two lezzie bitch babes are smiling and giggling.
“We like you” says Lisa
“Yes, you can relax and be happy – we want you to be the father of our baby” says Janet as I sit back down.
“You’ve passed the test lucky boy” says Lisa giving me a lustful look and quickly touching and squeezing my knee under the table. At that very moment my eyes dropped down in line with her beautiful busty chest and I could tell she was aware I was checking her tits out under her blouse.
We all agree on the original cash payment of $350. After another quick round of shooters we settle the bill and all get up to leave. It’s been decided that the lesbian couple will follow me in their car to my place. We get to my apartment just after midnight and I offer the two ladies’ coffee which they decline.
“It’s kind of late” say’s Janet “And we’d like to just get the whole process over with”
The idea is that I will go into the bathroom and wank off into a clean white coffee mug and return it with my hot white DNA to Janet, who’ll then inject it there and then into Lisa using a turkey baster full of heated saline.
I head off into the bathroom next to my bedroom with my empty white coffee mug while Janet and Lisa kick off their shoes and make themselves comfortable on my bed. Unzipping and dropping my jeans down to my knees I start stroking my shaft. Pumping back and fourth but Damn! Nothing is happening! I’m sweating but just can’t get hard. I try for two minutes but nothing! I can’t finish the job. Perhaps it’s just too much alcohol. But what am I going to say to these two lesbians.
I walk out of the bathroom into my bedroom. I’m greeted by the site of Lisa lying on her back with her denim mini skirt and knickers off. Exposing her clean shaved pussy that’s spread, pink and wet. Janet is next to her kissing her stomach working her way down to her pussy and thighs. Janet then licks two fingers and eases them into Lisa's pink shaven honey pot.
I stand there in aw and start wanking myself again, automatically feeling my shaft rapidly harden. Slowly I inch my way over to the bed until I’m part of the scene. I run my hand up Lisa’s leg. I know they see me but don’t look. I continue slowly wanking my long hard pole, moving closer and closer to Lisa’s clam. Eventually my knob touches her entry point. Janet makes an audible hiss but does nothing to stop me now about to bone her girlfriend. Lisa’s snatch is so wet and moist, my cock slides smoothly inside with the first thrust. I pull out my hard-glistening cock to stroke myself a few more times before sliding it back into Lisa’s pussy to pump away more.
Then I hear Janet’s voice in the background. Sounding hard and excited – Screeching encouragement at me. “Common Jake! Show me what you can do! Let me see you jerk that cock of yours! Fuck my little bitch and make us a baby!”
I slide my cock all the way into Lisa’s pussy and start pumping away at her. I slide my hands under her blouse and grope her beautiful busty breasts. I feel the sweat dripping off my forehead into her eyes. I feel my shaft starting to throb with the promise of a heavy load building up. I think I might pass out, but Lisa’s loud moans & groans keep me fully alert as I continue fucking her with Janet's domineering voice edging me on.
“Keep going Jake you dirty Bastard! Jerk that cock, fuck and pump my little bitch and do what we fucking paying you for. She's all yours, empty your load inside her!"
I now feel that I want this to be over with. Finally, my raging hard cock melts inside of Lisa’s twat as I empty and pump my reproductive curd inside her. Slowly, I ease my now softening cock out of her. Now feeling totally bushed but sober and alert but unable to say anything at that very moment. I feel Janet come up behind me on the bed and push me back inside.
“Milk him” She commands Lisa. Squeezing my ball sack for absolute ripeness as I take one last deep thrust inside Lisa’s dripping wet pussy.
We lay there in a sweaty mass of flesh for a few minutes. Both myself and Lisa getting our breaths back. I feel wasted, exhausted. My balls feel soft. Drooping empty and dried out along with my now limp prick.
The Lesbians signal one another with Lisa getting dressed and her and Janet putting on their shoes as they head for the door. Janet tosses a wad of $50 bills onto my nightstand as they say farewell and make a quick exit out the front door. At that very moment I feel like a $350 whore.
It’s nine months later, I receive a call from Lisa. She’s just given birth to a beautiful baby girl.
“Our baby girl” she calls the brat. Lisa then informs me that Janet dumped her soon after the impregnation session.
“Watching me fuck her girlfriend was too much for Janet it turns out and things were never the same between them. Janet accused Lisa of being a “gender traitor” who seemed to enjoy the baby making conception process a little too much.
“I’ve been talking to a lawyer, and he says I should demand child support from you” say’s Lisa “After all you are the biological father, and Janet is no longer around to help financially”
Hell and damnation! I was so wasted on booze that day that I forgot to have these lezzie dikes sign a fucktual agreement that I had written out.
“Jake no longer lives here anymore” I tell her as I quickly start packing up my belongings. That night I make a run for it. I’m gonna move to a nearby city somewhere and change my number and make sure it’s unlisted permanently while I start looking for a real job.
Since this was the norm for me, I always felt what a waist it was cuming into a cleanex that would be flushed down the toilet after jerking my Cock. So, since I always seemed to have an abundance of hot white creamy seed I thought, why not earn some spare cash as a sperm donor. I mean there must be lots of places I can donate my man milk to for a few hundred dollars. I started doing some searches and inquiries online and came across and advert that said “Gentlemen, would you like to make $750+ per month as a part time sperm donor?”
Hell, sure! I think
“Sperm banks across the US, Canada and around the world want you!” continues the advert message “Regardless of age, race or intelligence or health, they need YOUR sperm right NOW! Work smarter, not harder!”
I clicked on another link that took me to a website with the names of a whole lot of different sperm banks. They had bizarre sci-fi type names like Zygotex, Indant and Xytex. The one closest to me is Sryofert. Sryofert occupies the half of the eighth floor of a quiet, sunny, white medical building in Manhattan's upper west side.
I’m a 6-foot-tall, 35 year old male, in good shape with no diseases. While this puts me right in the meat of the clinic’s preferred donor profile, I must still pass an exhaustive battery of blood, semen and urine tests. The list of tests seem endless. There’s a written questionnaire that must be filled out and answered as well with questions going back four generations into my family tree. Other questions like Ever had low-grade fever?, Night sweats?, Have you ever engaged in sex for money or drugs?, Used intranasal cocaine?, Have you been in prison or jail for 72 hours or more? Have you had sex with anyone in the past year who would answer yes to any of the above questions?
How many alcoholic beverages do you consume per week? Have you had a tattoo ear or body piercing or acupuncture in the past 12 months?
Damn! I realize I’m fucked on any number of levels. If I want to get anywhere doing this I’ll have to just lie. A guy lucky enough to pass the barrage of tests must wait to begin the program while his donor hot seed specimen sits in quarantine for a long six months, only to go through the whole test process again and then must wait another whole six months!
After spending 40 minutes filling out the whole complex medical questionnaire and neatly ticking the answer boxes to a personality test as well, I’m ushered by a perky blond British woman with a loose pony tail down a short hall. The sperm collector sways as she walks. Her hips glide forward, and her shoulders just seem to float magically in their wake. Everything about her is clean, almost antiseptic. At a plain white door marked CR-B, her graceful, lily white palm extends like a wing, motioning me inside the room.
“You can just leave your sample on the white tray” she instructs, handing me a four-ounce, plastic specimen cup. The last thing in the world I feel like doing now is wanking off. I enter the “collection room” and pull the door shut behind me at the Sperm Banks orders. I haven’t so much as touched or flogged my pole in 3 days, the minimum amount of time to mass a sufficient spunk sample. For 72 hours I’ve been walking around with a firm pair of balls full of the hot white gold hanging from my groin. I sit in an uncomfortable high back-chair that faces a TV and DVD player. The place smells freshly cleaned. Very clinical. To my right, a thin roll of paper towels hangs above the aluminum sink. A bottle of orange rose colored antibacterial soap stands ready. In a metal basket to the left of the chair is a is a neatly arranged spread of X-rated DVDs and some glossy stroke mags. No windows, no vents, no mirrors – just a tiny, enclosed space arranged for the sole purpose of jerking off. The experience no doubt depressingly similar to being in my apartment.
I unzip my jeans and sigh as I start looking through some of the mags and DVDs. I decide there and then that I’m not going to even attempt to look at the mags or try get one of the DVDs loaded to play. I just slowly start stroking my pole which seems to be very un-co-operative now. Just not getting hard, but then I start thinking of the British Sryrofert employee that led me into this room. My cock starts to slowly then quickly harden as I think of her in just a few minutes from now holding the cup that will have my hot white man seed inside. The small smile she might display when I hand it to her. I think of her sneaking into another room with it and taking a sip from the specimen cup after I leave the place to go home, or her suddenly entering the room now, seeing me with my dick in my hand and then without saying a word, going down on her knees in front of me and her lovely soft hands taking my cock into her mouth, her head bobbing back and forth on my long hard pole. Just a fantasy thought. Nothing that would happen.
As I stroke my pole – now monstrously hard and throbbing with my knob – tip dark purple, I feel my balls tighten for the final jerk & pull, I grab the specimen cup. My nuts release a massive fountain of jizz. Cum container in hand, I hold it just slightly below my cuming cock and hold my pole with my knob a quarter way into the cup as pump and squeeze every drop of my creamy man milk out of my shaft and into the specimen cup.
I put my cock away and zip up my jeans. As I’m about to leave the room with the specimen cup I suddenly remember that I’m not supposed to take it with me to give to the pretty blond British sperm agent, only leave it on the white tray as instructed.
Damn! I think to myself. I really wanted to impress her with how much jizz I could produce filling up the specimen cup.
Two weeks go by and I’ve heard nothing. I check my emails every day all the time. I’m thinking to myself that I really need the money and I’m still going to have to wait months and months before I might ever receive a dime, that’s if I can pass the grade or at least if my seed is 100% what they looking for.
Third day into the new week I get a call from Sryofert. First thing the nurse tells me on the phone is something about “Thawed ejaculate”
“Thaw?” I scream. “What thaw?” “I need money to pay my fucking rent!”
The clinician tries to console me before telling me that not enough of my ejaculate survived the thaw. “But your sperm did survive the egg penetration test very well. You should have no problems or trouble conceiving a child of your own when you’re ready.”
I tell the clinician I’ve actually got no interest in kids and hang up the phone.
Two days later I get a call from the British nurse at Sryofert. She tells me that she’s calling me secretly and wants to chat with regards to my hot seed-spunk specimen I gave.
“I’m making a bit of a judgement call here but I thought you might be keen to make a private donation of your sperm” She says. “After meeting you on the day you came into our clinic, I was able to see the report on your sperm specimen which despite everything else was actually very good so I thought you might like to earn some extra cash” she explains.
“I’ve got two friends who desperately want a baby. They’re a lesbian couple named Janet and Lisa” the British blond continues telling me that she can set me up with them for a meeting.
“I told them that you’re a guy who would definitely fit the bill with regards to your looks and height for the type of baby and child that they would want” Would you be keen to do this, once off for say $350 payment?” she asks.
“Hell, Dam sure I would” I reply to her with a feeling of relief and excitement all at once at the thought of the $350 payment.
“OK”, says the British sperm agent. “Please will you email me a picture of yourself, as Janet and Lisa would like to see what you look like before we arrange a meeting”
“No problem, will do”
She leaves me her private email address before saying Goodbye. Unlike the tightly regulated sperm bank industry that does its best to take only the absolute cream of the crop and leave even relatively good spunk like mine out of the program, perhaps wealthy lesbians might be my saving grace. I just imagine a simple money transaction.
I email my picture to the anonymous type email address the lovely blond English lady gave me over the phone and wait for further instructions. Three days later I get a reply message from the British sperm agent nurse telling me that Janet and Lisa liked what they saw with the picture she forwarded to them and that the two lovely lesbian ladies will be contacting me soon for a meeting. I waited, feeling excited but also unsure. I needed the cash soon but also was thinking of them using my seed for the baby they wanted and how was this going to work exactly.
Well my worries and concerns were soon put to rest when I received a call from a woman introducing herself as Janet. She confirmed that it was herself and her partner Lisa who wanted to meet up for a dinner and discussion.
“Let’s meet up for dinner in a safe, public place” Janet suggests “just to make sure you’re not some kind of kook”
Saturday evening, I’m sitting in a booth at a diner, waiting for my muff-munching meal tickets to arrive. The eating establishment is a chic palace of red light and music, the flash point of moneyed scene. Everywhere I look there’s some goateed dude dressed smart with a shaved head and black rimmed glasses. The waitress, a hot looking, tight-bodied Polish girl with a handkerchief over her head, gives me wood, but right now there’s business to attend to. I sit and wait, watching another bald-headed guy pass my table.
Next coming through the door I see two women. They enter and stop briefly, checking the place out before making their way towards the seating booths where they automatically spot me, a single guy sitting alone. The one woman is tall thin with short hair and glasses, dressed in cotton pants and a checked shirt. The other woman is a little shorter with nice long brown hair and what appears to be a nice bust and figure. She’s dressed in a denim mini with black sandals and a tight top showing some cleavage.
“Jake” the girl in the denim mini asks as they both reach the table I’m at. “I’m Lisa, this is Janet” she introduces, briefly turning to the short haired woman next to her.
“Nice to meet you” she says.
As we all shake hands and the two baby-hungry bush-bangers get seated at the table I’m at. Janet with the short hair, black framed glasses and checked shirt starts asking me questions all well-rehearsed while Lisa looks on. I give my very best answers. I clearly state that “I am not interested in anything other than assisting people in reaching their dreams of having a child” and “I think giving the gift of life is the greatest gift of all”
After a few more drinks and some good chatter, feeling so much more relaxed I leave the table for a few minutes to go piss. When I return the two lezzie bitch babes are smiling and giggling.
“We like you” says Lisa
“Yes, you can relax and be happy – we want you to be the father of our baby” says Janet as I sit back down.
“You’ve passed the test lucky boy” says Lisa giving me a lustful look and quickly touching and squeezing my knee under the table. At that very moment my eyes dropped down in line with her beautiful busty chest and I could tell she was aware I was checking her tits out under her blouse.
We all agree on the original cash payment of $350. After another quick round of shooters we settle the bill and all get up to leave. It’s been decided that the lesbian couple will follow me in their car to my place. We get to my apartment just after midnight and I offer the two ladies’ coffee which they decline.
“It’s kind of late” say’s Janet “And we’d like to just get the whole process over with”
The idea is that I will go into the bathroom and wank off into a clean white coffee mug and return it with my hot white DNA to Janet, who’ll then inject it there and then into Lisa using a turkey baster full of heated saline.
I head off into the bathroom next to my bedroom with my empty white coffee mug while Janet and Lisa kick off their shoes and make themselves comfortable on my bed. Unzipping and dropping my jeans down to my knees I start stroking my shaft. Pumping back and fourth but Damn! Nothing is happening! I’m sweating but just can’t get hard. I try for two minutes but nothing! I can’t finish the job. Perhaps it’s just too much alcohol. But what am I going to say to these two lesbians.
I walk out of the bathroom into my bedroom. I’m greeted by the site of Lisa lying on her back with her denim mini skirt and knickers off. Exposing her clean shaved pussy that’s spread, pink and wet. Janet is next to her kissing her stomach working her way down to her pussy and thighs. Janet then licks two fingers and eases them into Lisa's pink shaven honey pot.
I stand there in aw and start wanking myself again, automatically feeling my shaft rapidly harden. Slowly I inch my way over to the bed until I’m part of the scene. I run my hand up Lisa’s leg. I know they see me but don’t look. I continue slowly wanking my long hard pole, moving closer and closer to Lisa’s clam. Eventually my knob touches her entry point. Janet makes an audible hiss but does nothing to stop me now about to bone her girlfriend. Lisa’s snatch is so wet and moist, my cock slides smoothly inside with the first thrust. I pull out my hard-glistening cock to stroke myself a few more times before sliding it back into Lisa’s pussy to pump away more.
Then I hear Janet’s voice in the background. Sounding hard and excited – Screeching encouragement at me. “Common Jake! Show me what you can do! Let me see you jerk that cock of yours! Fuck my little bitch and make us a baby!”
I slide my cock all the way into Lisa’s pussy and start pumping away at her. I slide my hands under her blouse and grope her beautiful busty breasts. I feel the sweat dripping off my forehead into her eyes. I feel my shaft starting to throb with the promise of a heavy load building up. I think I might pass out, but Lisa’s loud moans & groans keep me fully alert as I continue fucking her with Janet's domineering voice edging me on.
“Keep going Jake you dirty Bastard! Jerk that cock, fuck and pump my little bitch and do what we fucking paying you for. She's all yours, empty your load inside her!"
I now feel that I want this to be over with. Finally, my raging hard cock melts inside of Lisa’s twat as I empty and pump my reproductive curd inside her. Slowly, I ease my now softening cock out of her. Now feeling totally bushed but sober and alert but unable to say anything at that very moment. I feel Janet come up behind me on the bed and push me back inside.
“Milk him” She commands Lisa. Squeezing my ball sack for absolute ripeness as I take one last deep thrust inside Lisa’s dripping wet pussy.
We lay there in a sweaty mass of flesh for a few minutes. Both myself and Lisa getting our breaths back. I feel wasted, exhausted. My balls feel soft. Drooping empty and dried out along with my now limp prick.
The Lesbians signal one another with Lisa getting dressed and her and Janet putting on their shoes as they head for the door. Janet tosses a wad of $50 bills onto my nightstand as they say farewell and make a quick exit out the front door. At that very moment I feel like a $350 whore.
It’s nine months later, I receive a call from Lisa. She’s just given birth to a beautiful baby girl.
“Our baby girl” she calls the brat. Lisa then informs me that Janet dumped her soon after the impregnation session.
“Watching me fuck her girlfriend was too much for Janet it turns out and things were never the same between them. Janet accused Lisa of being a “gender traitor” who seemed to enjoy the baby making conception process a little too much.
“I’ve been talking to a lawyer, and he says I should demand child support from you” say’s Lisa “After all you are the biological father, and Janet is no longer around to help financially”
Hell and damnation! I was so wasted on booze that day that I forgot to have these lezzie dikes sign a fucktual agreement that I had written out.
“Jake no longer lives here anymore” I tell her as I quickly start packing up my belongings. That night I make a run for it. I’m gonna move to a nearby city somewhere and change my number and make sure it’s unlisted permanently while I start looking for a real job.
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