by B. B. Hamel
“One in the morning to six,” he says. “Final offer.”
“Fine.”
He nods and pulls a stack of papers from his desk. He sits down and pages through it before making a handwritten note in the margin. “Initial here,” he says.
I initial next to it, satisfied by the language.
“What else?” he asks.
“Sex is strictly for reproductive purposes only,” I say to him.
He raises an eyebrow. “Isn’t that clear already?”
“No,” I say. “It’s not explicit.”
“How much more explicit can I be?”
“There won’t be any…” I hesitate. “No foreplay. No oral sex. No anal sex.” I’m blushing, but I push on. “Only missionary, and only to your completion, as quickly as possible. We have sex, but only to make a baby.”
“No,” he says. “Absolutely not.”
I clench my fists. “Why not?”
“Because I want to fuck your ass if I want,” he says, meeting my gaze. I take a short breath and I have to sit down, glass clutched in my hand.
“No,” I say.
“Yes. I want to fuck your ass, make you scream. I want to eat your pussy until you come, your whole body shivering and sweating. I want to come in your pretty little mouth and make you swallow every drop and ask politely for more. I want you on all fours, three fingers buried in your cunt, while you bite down on a pillow and I tease your clit with my other hand. Do you understand me?”
I’m staring at him, my whole body vibrating with desire, and I can barely speak.
He smiles and sips his drink, watching me. I don’t know what to say. I want all of that, but I’m afraid of it. This contract should be purely business, but I don’t want purely business. I want all the pleasure he’s promising and more, and if I push for this, I’ll negotiate it all away. Then I’ll be left with nothing but money.
That’s what I’m doing this for, I have to remind myself of that. I’m doing this for money and for Julie.
“Limits,” I say finally. “There have to be limits.”
He sighs. “Your limits aren’t any fun.”
“No anal,” I say. “At least give me that.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Emma?”
“No,” I say.
“How do you know you won’t love it then?”
I hesitate. “Limits,” I repeat.
“Fine.” He sighs and turns a page, writing in the margin. I initial and he initials, and it’s official.
“What else?” he asks me.
“My daughter has to be left out of this.”
He watches me silently for a moment, sipping his drink. “Of course she will be,” he says.
“No contact with her, okay? She never has to know.”
“If that’s what you want.” He’s giving me an odd look but I can barely think straight. All I can imagine is what he’s going to do to me when I sign that whole contract.
“Okay,” he says, and flips to the end. He writes in a longer addendum, and we both sign. “Is there anything else?”
My heart skips a beat and I know this is the moment. “I want there to be a time limit.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Time limit?”
“Six months. We try for six months, and if it doesn’t happen, the contract is over and I still get paid.”
He stares at me without saying a word for a moment. My heart’s beating and I’m starting to think he knows I can’t get pregnant, he knows that I’m lying to him. I hate myself for doing this, but I’m doing it for Julie. I’m doing it for my daughter. This whole freaking contract is crazy enough, and I’m just making it worse, but I need this. I feel almost sick lying to him, but I need it.
“Half,” he says finally. “I’ll pay you half if you’re still not pregnant after six months of really trying.” He leans toward me, eyebrows raised. “Really, really trying. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” I say. “Half is fair. But my job at this company will be safe for at least two years.”
He sighs, a little exasperated, but he nods and write in another addendum. “Two years,” he repeats, and finishes what he’s doing. We both initial and sign, and I feel like I won a victory over him, which I know is going to be short lived.
“Now, are you ready?” he finally asks.
“I’m ready.” I take a deep breath, and I feel like I’m about to dive into an icy pool.
Six months of sex with this incredible, handsome man. Six months of pleasure, day after day, as much as he wants. And in the end, he’ll pay me one million dollars.
Who knows, maybe I’ll actually get pregnant. I guess crazier things have happened, like this contract for example.
He sits back and I can feel him watching as I take the pen and the contract and sign each page. I initial at the bottom, and sign at the very end. When I’m done, I feel like I just made a deal with the devil. He takes the contract from me and does the same, initialing each page and signing at the end.
When he’s finished, it’s incredibly anticlimactic. He nods to himself and slips the contract into his desk.
“Okay then,” he says, smiling. “You’re all mine now.”
I shrug a little. “I guess. Can I go back to work now?”
“Oh, no,” he says, laughing a little bit. “I need you to stand up and strip.”
I gape, a little taken aback. “What?”
“Per the contract, you’re obligated to do anything I require in order to conceive this child, timing and anal being the only limits. Since I’m not putting my cock in your ass and it’s not between one in the morning and six in the morning, I need you to stand up and take off your fucking clothes.” He leans forward and gives me this incredible frustrating and absurdly attractive smile. “Please?”
I stare, not sure what to do, before slowly getting to my feet.
6
David
I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life and I haven’t even touched the girl yet.
She stands up, looking both angry and aroused, and she slowly unbuttons her navy blue blouse. I lean back in my chair and watch as she reveals her pale breasts covered by a black bra. She slips the blouse off before slipping out of her tight-fitting jeans. When she’s done, she’s standing in just her bra and panties, arms crossed over her breasts, looking more annoyed than anything else.
“Turn around,” I say.
“How does this help conceive your child?” she asks.
“It’s getting me aroused,” I say.
“You’re not aroused enough?”
“Not yet,” I lie. “Now turn around and show me your ass.”
She does as I say, although I can tell she’s reluctant. Her ass is tight and perky, just like I remembered. “Bend over,” I say.
She hesitates, but she does it. I can see a hint of her pussy through her panties, and I’m pretty sure she’s wet already.
“Good, turn back around.”
She obeys, looking more annoyed than ever. “Are you really going to do this right now? The ink isn’t even dry yet.”
“Uncross your arms,” I say. “Good. Now move one bra strap down, no, the left one.” I watch as she obeys each little command. “Good, now the other one.” She does it, biting her lower lip.
“Slide your panties down around your knees,” I say.
She hesitates but she does it. Her bra straps are down around her arms and her panties are around her knees as I finally stand, cock straining against my pants as I slowly walk around my desk.
She watches me as I move around behind her. I take her hips and move her forward. “Bend over, palms flat on the desk.”
She obeys. I kneel down behind her and marvel at her tight, pink little pussy. I slide my fingers up along her slit and she lets out this cute little surprised gasp. I smile, and I was right. She is soaking fucking wet.
“How is this—” she starts to say, but I don’t let her finish. I spread her ass apart and
I press my tongue inside of her. “Oh shit,” she groans in response.
I lick her top to bottom. I should probably take it slower, but I can’t help myself. I wanted to shut her up too, since I know she’s just going to keep trying to get out of this, when she really shouldn’t be. I want her to know what she’s getting out of this right now, and it’s not just money.
I tongue her, sliding in and out, teasing her pussy and clit. She gasps, laughing a little in surprise and pleasure as I grab her hips tight. I slap her ass and press two fingers inside of her, my other hand teasing her clit.
“Shit,” she pants. “Wait, someone might come in here. Did you lock the door?”
“No,” I say.
“David, wait. What if someone comes in?”
“Nobody’s coming in.” I press my fingers deeper.
“Shit, oh shit,” she pants. “Seriously though. Someone might come in.”
“Do you like that?” I ask her. “Do you like imagining us getting caught?”
“Cut it out,” she says, and I slap her ass, fingers buried in her pussy. She groans.
“I think you do,” I say. “See, I’m already learning all about what you need.”
“It’s not what I need,” she says, looking back at me. “It’s what you need.”
I almost groan at that, but I keep it together. I slap her ass again and stand.
“Stay,” I say as I unbuckle my belt and step out of my pants. I fold them neatly as she watches, still bent over my desk, legs quivering with desire, pussy practically dripping on the carpet.
I take off my boxer briefs, thick cock in my hand. Her eyes drift down to it and I smile as she remembers what it feels like to get fucked by me.
“Now I hope someone comes in,” I say. “I want them to see this pretty ass.” I walk over to her and stand beside the desk, my left hand between her legs, teasing her pussy. “I want them to see your wet cunt while you suck my cock.”
She turns toward me as I bury my fingers inside of her and she takes my cock between her lips. She’s so fucking obedient, even if she pretends that she’s not. I love her tight, wet little mouth and her tight pussy as I slide my fingers deep in her slit and push my cock down her throat. She sucks me faster, moving up on one elbow as she uses her other hand to massage my shaft.
I grunt with pleasure and press her head down with my free hand. I bury my fingers inside of her and press my cock deep into her throat, making her gag at the same time I fuck her pussy deep with my fingers. I pull my cock back and she gasps and groans and moves forward, taking me into her mouth again.
I’m so fucking hard. I could easily come down her throat right now. It feels so fucking good and she’s so goddamn sexy with her panties around her knees, bent over my desk like this. She’s my little fuck slave for a while, at least six months. That’s more than enough time to find out if her daughter is truly my daughter, and to find out if I really want a family with her.
Right now, with my cock down her throat, I think I really do.
I pull back and step behind her, grabbing her hips. She looks over her shoulder at me, mouth hanging open. “What if I get pregnant on the first try?” she asks me.
I smirk. “Here’s hoping you don’t.”
“Will you be disappointed?”
I lean over her and grab her hair, pulling her chin up and her ear back to my lips. “I’ll be disappointed, and you’ll be begging for another contract.”
She gasps as I press my cock against her pussy and slide it deep inside. She groans and wiggles her hips, helping my thick shaft fill her and press deep. I release her hair and she leans forward onto her elbows again with a huff and a grunt as I grab her hips and thrust completely inside.
She looks over her shoulder again and I can see the pure desire in her expression. I start to rock back and forth, sliding in and out, getting her used to my size. I reach around her hips and find her clit, softly rubbing it, making her moan as my cock stretches her nice and wide.
I don’t know how long I can take this slow shit. I’m raging inside, needing to fuck her, needing to come inside her. I want her dripping with sweat and cum, her pussy leaking my seed. I want to fuck her rough and deep, come inside her, and make her taste me with her fingers dipped between her legs.
I slap her ass hard and grab her hips, starting to lose myself. I fuck her harder, tease her breasts, rub her clit, making her moan my name. I pull her hair rough and grind my cock deep inside, making her grunt and groan. She reaches over her shoulder with one hand as I cup her breasts and she grabs onto my thick hair. I thrust harder, moving now in rhythm with her, and I can feel her whole body tensing.
“When was the last time you were fucked like this?” I whisper.
“The last time you fucked me,” she groans.
I grunt in response, fucking losing my mind. She’s so goddamn sexy and her pussy is all mine. I know she’s doing this to feel me, not because she wants the money, but because she wants the sex. She can try and justify it all she wants, tell herself that she’s doing it for her daughter and for the money, but we both know the truth.
She’s a dripping wet, dirty fucking girl for me, and she needs to get fucked into submission. I want her down on all fours begging for my big hard cock by the end of six months. I think I can have that done in less than two.
I press her down again, grabbing one arm and pulling it behind her back. I pin her there and fuck her rough, making her groan in pleasure as I slide deeper and harder into her. I reach around her hip with my other hand and find her clit, rubbing it slow as I fuck her deep, grinding my hips into her, pushing hard. She moves her hips back against mine, rolling her back, using that tight pussy of hers to drive me wild.
I can feel my pleasure mounting in time with her moans. She’s getting louder and louder, and for a second I wonder if anyone in the office can hear. But I know they can’t, since my office is soundproof. She doesn’t know that, though, and it makes me fucking wild to imagine her picturing the whole office listening to her moaning my fucking name.
We peak together in a frenzy of moving hips and moans. She starts to come first, rippling through her whole body like she did that night, twitching and groaning, hands clenched, my name on her lips. I don’t let up because I’m so fucking close, I hold her down and fuck her through her orgasm, grabbing onto both hips. As she finishes and looks over her shoulder with this deadly intense and satisfied stare, I come hard in her tight pussy, filling her up nice and deep.
I groan and pull her against me as I come. Pleasure floods me and for a second, I’m somewhere else. When I come back to myself, I’m holding her tight, my cock buried inside, my cum starting to drip out already, she’s so damn full.
I slide myself back and step away. She gasps, panting a little, and turns around to look at me. She pulls her panties up with a little shimmy of her hips that’s so fucking cute, her breasts bouncing just the slightest, and for a second I think I’m going to fuck her again right here and now.
But no, she’s had enough for the moment. I step up to her and tilt her chin toward me. “That was a good first time,” I say.
She shrugs a little, a smile on her lips. “You better hope I’m not pregnant,” she says. “Otherwise, all your fun’s over.”
I smirk at her, but I don’t say anything. I don’t need to say anything at all. I’m not worried about my fun ending anytime soon.
Because she has no clue that I can’t get her pregnant, not ever since my little visit to my doctor yesterday. She has no clue that she’s in for six months of the best sex of her life.
7
Emma
I’m practically limping for a few days after that first session with David. Things get busy at Envoy after that, and I don’t see him for a few days, but the guilt slowly sets in.
I believe him when he says he wants a family. I know what it’s like to feel that way. Although I never imagined having a child of my own, since I was told that I could never get pregnant, I still always wante
d a family. I wanted a husband and children and a big house in the suburbs, the whole white picket fence thing. I know that’s probably all bullshit, but it’s something that I wanted.
Now I have my daughter, and I have to admit that despite how difficult it is to be a single mom, it still feels amazing. I love having a daughter of my own, she’s my everything. I know that no matter what, she’s my family, and I’ll always have her.
I can imagine David wanting something similar. He’s going about it in a really odd way, but I bet there’s no real good way for him to do it. He’s so rich and always in the spotlight, or at least in the spotlight of the tech community. He can’t just go to a normal surrogate, because that’ll leak almost instantly. He probably doesn’t have any close girlfriends that he could picture himself with, or at least that’s my guess. He must think of me as his only hope, and although it’s totally bizarre, I can kind of understand.
I hate that I’m lying to him. I don’t want to take the dream of a family away from him, but to be fair, it’s only six months. And he is asking me to enter into some crazy contract where he gets to fuck me whenever he wants. To be fair, I’m not exactly complaining, because it feels so fucking amazing when I’m with him, but still. It’s not like he’s getting nothing out of this.
It’s all so damn confusing. I feel guilty that I’m lying to him, but I’m only partially lying since I did actually get pregnant once despite the odds, and the whole thing is crazy anyway. I don’t know what to feel, but fortunately I get a few days without him to process a little bit.
“What are you working on?” Mel asks me at lunch on the third day after I signed the contract.
“Sven has me on this weird project,” I say, shrugging a little bit. “He has me reading user comments from customer support emails and from Facebook and I’m supposed to like… glean some ethical stance from it all.”
Mel raises her eyebrow. “Huh?”
“I know,” I say, sighing. “I don’t even understand it myself.”