I placed the container on the countertop beside the sink, just as I’d done plenty of times before. My pants had a few stray drops I had scattered in my excitement, so I wiped them off with a paper towel and pulled my pants back up.
This infatuation with the girl at the front desk really had my head spinning. I wasn’t even sure if she was my type, but I suddenly wanted more than anything to find out. I had always been the tough guy, the alpha male, the popular guy who all the girls flocked to. I was modest about it, but I was aware. The problem, however, was that most of the girls who had shown interest in me were airheads, dense, and unmotivated. They just wanted some man candy.
I barely knew this Casey girl. We’d exchanged small talk a few times and she’d walked me back to this room to let me masturbate on each of my visits.
Romantic, right?
My friends had all started to settle down with wives and kids. Meanwhile, I was still galavanting around, spending my nights lifting weights and my days meeting with clients and dining in fancy restaurants. I’d been thinking it might be time for me to grow up and settle down.
After my disastrous bar encounter, I had sworn off meaningless sex with strangers—at least for a little while. I thought it was a way to show myself and my friends that I was serious about settling down. I decided, however, that I would make an exception for Casey if given the chance.
I was lost in my thoughts when the door suddenly shot open.
“What the hell?” I cried, thankful that I’d just done up my pants and belt.
“Oh, Mr. Preston, I’m so sorry.” It was Casey. “I heard a crashing sound.”
“I’m sorry about that,” I said. “I must have cum a little harder than I anticipated.”
I looked at her, trying to be charming, but she wasn’t looking at me at all. Her eyes were riveted by the plastic cup, full to the brim with my semen.
Her eyebrows rose. She must never have seen it so full before.
“I’ll say,” she said, her cheeks pink with embarrassment.
I smiled after her, then stopped when I realized my pants were still unzipped.
Chapter 3
Casey
My heart pounded out of my chest as I tried my best to calm it down. We saw dozens of patients each day, so why was I so infatuated with this one in particular? Maybe it was because he was a sperm donor instead of one of the expectant fathers who made up a large share of our client base. Maybe I’d just gone crazy working at this damn clinic and decided here was my best option to find a male suitor. Or maybe he was just as perfect as he seemed and I was fortunate enough to see him once a month.
I’d memorized the part of his medical file I could access after his third or fourth visit. Alexander Preston. DOB 9/27/87. Male. Blue eyes. 6’1”. Oh, how I wanted to add something like “chiseled arms” or “strong hands”, just for fun.
One of the annoying pregnant ladies came up to the desk to schedule her next appointment, which I begrudgingly did with a fake smile plastered across my face. It wasn’t that I hated my job. It was just tough at times to see women like these. They were the ones who came in and spent thousands of dollars to have a child who would probably end up being raised by a nanny anyway.
As soon as the woman walked out the door, I breathed a sigh of relief. The last patient of the day—well, at least, my day— was with the doctor. Alexander and one other sperm donor were in the back doing their business. It was almost time to go home, heat up a microwave dinner, and sit on the couch in front of some trashy TV for the rest of the night. Oh, what a life.
The door connecting the waiting room to the back hallway opened as Alexander ran his hands through his hair. He looked pleased with himself. Hell, I would be too if I knew I was giving someone’s future child those killer genes. I offered up an awkward grin and a “Have a nice day.” I felt so lame compared to Alexander. Every move he made seemed so calculated and suave, and I was just so ordinary. At least I had his occasional visits to look forward to, and I could fantasize about him all I wanted in the meantime.
Expecting him to walk toward the door like usual, I was surprised when Alexander turned and made his way to the front desk. Sure, he had made that remark about not needing any masturbation material, but I figured he was just being funny. After all, it was sort of an awkward situation for both of us. I’d heard my fair share of inappropriate jokes from sperm donors in my time at the clinic.
“Miss Casey,” Alexander said in that sexy voice of his. The fact that he even knew my name sent me into an internal fit of giddiness. I’d never heard my name sound more wonderful coming from someone else’s mouth.
“Mister Preston,” I said. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to be equally as funny or simply trying to remain professional. “What can I help you with?”
His response caught me off guard. “What’s your favorite sports team?”
“The Yankees,” I said, deciding not to question why he was asking.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah,” I said. I knew people weren’t used to hearing that in this neck of the woods. “My mom was from New York.”
“Excellent,” he said. “I’m a big Yanks fan, too.” After a quick pause, he asked, “Would you rather eat a cheeseburger or a salad?”
“Cheeseburger,” I said matter-of-factly.
He laughed. “Fair enough.” I hoped with everything in my heart that he was laughing at my reaction to the question and not at my response. Even though my friends constantly told me I was wrong, I considered myself a bit pudgier than the average person. It was something I was extremely self-conscious about.
Still unsure of what kind of game we were playing, I caved. “What’s your favorite type of food?”
“Italian,” he said.
“Damn, I’m more of a Chinese food gal,” I laughed.
“Chinese is good, too.” His goofy smile had me grinning like a fool. “You married?”
I answered in the form of a chuckle and a resounding, “Nope.”
“Me either,” he said.
“If a hottie like you can’t find someone, there’s not too much hope for the rest of us.” I couldn’t believe I’d just blurted that out. It didn’t seem to faze Alexander. He didn’t miss a beat. The more we talked, the more I was absolutely smitten with him, and, the more we talked, the more I wanted to keep talking. I hoped I wasn’t misreading him. He definitely seemed to be flirting, but maybe I was naïve and he was just a friendly person. It couldn’t be small talk, I told myself. He would’ve been long gone by now. We continued blabbing about all sorts of random current events—wow, was he intelligent—until finally Alexander halted the conversation.
“Can I join you?” he asked, gesturing to my desk. I nodded. He walked back through the door and through the nurse’s entrance into the administrative area. Before I knew it, he was sitting in a rolling chair just inches away from me.
I felt lame, like the nerdy girl who was talking to the homecoming king. What did he see in me? Why was he even talking to me? I wondered why this visit, out of all the trips he’d made to the clinic, was the one in which he decided to talk to me.
“So why do you donate your sperm?” I asked.
“You don’t hold back,” Alexander said, making me blush.
Yet again, he didn’t seem bothered in the slightest.
“To be honest, I’m not getting any younger. I don’t have any prospects on the horizon, so I figured I’d do my share of service by giving my good genes to the kind people of Atlanta who need them more than I do.”
There was an unusual combination of pride, humor, and seriousness in his voice. I had to admire his honesty. I had figured it was something like that, some sort of need to pass on his genes in case he never had kids. I’d seen his car, and it didn’t seem like he was hurting for money like most of the men who came in here.
“How nice of you.”
“How about you? How’d you end up working here?”
That was a loaded question, one I’d b
een asked before but never bothered to come up with a suitable answer to. There was no good way to say,
“I never knew my dad. My mom died. I couldn’t afford to finish college. I needed a job. And, the doctors here were the only people willing to hire me without a degree.”
Instead, I said the first thing that came to my mind.
“I like babies.”
“Oh,” Alexander said, curiosity filling his eyes. “So, you have kids of your own?”
“I wish,” I blurted.
I immediately wished I hadn’t said that. Nothing freaked a guy out more than a girl saying she wanted kids. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this tongue-tied around a guy. Oh well… he probably wasn’t interested in me anyway. Still, I did the best I could to backtrack.
“I just mean that all my friends are starting to have kids, and I feel left out sometimes, like everyone’s moving on and I’m just stuck.” I couldn’t figure out why I was revealing my innermost thoughts and feelings to this virtual stranger, but, in some weird way, I didn’t really mind. It felt good to say these things out loud. After all, this wasn’t the type of thing I wanted to share with those same friends I was talking about.
“I get it,” Alexander said. “I feel the same way sometimes when I see my best friend with his kids. But then I grab beers with my buddies who complain nonstop about their kids, and I don’t feel so bad. They talk about dirty diapers, and nap times, and teething, and it all just sounds so boring.”
I could tell he was trying to make me feel better, so I faked a laugh. “I suppose that’s good.”
Alexander cleared his throat. “You ever think about picking one of the sperm donors that comes in here to, you know, donate to you?” I wasn’t sure whether he was being serious or not, so I tried my best to play it cool.
“Yeah right,” I laughed.
Here I was, talking to the only guy I had ever dreamed about in that capacity. Now he was asking exactly what I was thinking. This felt like one crazy dream. Since I was fairly certain someone was going to pinch me and wake me up any minute, I didn’t see any problem with being honest.
“Ok, so maybe I have thought about it.”
“But there’s something stopping you,” Alexander said.
“I could never afford it,” I said. “There is someone I have in mind, though. You know, in case I never get married and also win the lottery.”
With a small grin, Alexander pushed forward his dimples and stared right into my eyes, his dark eyes clear as the ocean.
“Who might that be?”
I gulped, wondering if he already knew what I was going to say.
“You.”
Chapter 4
Alexander
In a matter of about twenty minutes, I’d learned more about Casey than most women I’d ever met. She was different from the others. There was something so genuine about her. She answered questions without asking why I’d asked them, and she opened up to me in a way that was so damn refreshing. I could see in her eyes how badly she wanted a baby. Her face lit up when she talked about it.
“I’d be happy to contribute to the cause,” I said. I was slightly surprised to hear the words come out of my mouth, but it was too late to take them back.
Casey smiled back at me with a look of confusion. “I don’t understand.”
This was my chance to back down, but also my chance to change her life. It wasn’t that big of a deal for me, yet it could mean everything to her. Besides, lots of women her age—which I guessed was around twenty-six or twenty-seven— talked about having kids. When it came down to it, though, a lot of them didn’t actually want to go through with it. There was no harm in making an offer.
“You know, a free donation,” I said.
Casey looked all around her as if she was on some sort of hidden camera show. “But…like…how?”
I raised my eyebrows suggestively as I placed my hand on top of hers. “No plastic container needed.”
“Are you saying—?”
“We can make this happen, Casey,” I said, interrupting her. I wasn’t sure where this confidence was coming from, but I felt a sudden certainty that this was what I was supposed to do. I’d given plenty of donations in the past, so this one would be just like those, except with some added benefits. “If it’s what you want, I’m happy to help.”
It took all my self-restraint to keep from pouncing on top of her right then and there. Her chestnut eyes peaked through her wavy hair, seemingly searching for any hint of joking. I understood her hesitance. If someone had told me an hour earlier that I’d be offering up my sperm the good old-fashioned way, and to a girl I barely knew, I would’ve thought they were crazy. But something had changed. I was drawn to her, and she couldn’t afford a sperm donor. It seemed like an obvious match to me.
“And you’re serious about this?”
“Absolutely,” I said.
“Oh my god,” Casey said.
It wasn’t exactly an expression of shock. It seemed more like she was—have mercy—turned on. Damn was she sexy. I moved my hand ever so slightly to graze her breast, and she looked back at me with a look of determination I hadn’t seen from her before. It seemed we were both on the same page. I bit my lip in an effort to keep myself from pressing my lips against hers right there in the middle of her workplace.
I wasn’t sure how exactly this would work. Maybe we’d make arrangements to sleep together at one of our places, or maybe a hotel. That would be that. Before I had a chance to think about it any further, Casey pulled my hand and dragged me into what appeared to be some sort of break room. I looked around me. The room was bare except for a single round table with four chairs, a counter with a microwave and coffee maker, and an outdated refrigerator. I turned my head to see Casey locking the door behind us.
My heart began to pound faster as I grabbed her and turned her to face me. She turned and my lips crushed into hers. Our tongues danced together in perfect harmony. I wanted to drink her up. I wanted to devour her. I kissed her so passionately I thought I’d suffocate her, then moved my mouth down to her neck.
I slipped my hands underneath her blouse and bra, holding her plump, pert, perfect breasts in my palms. I found her two nipples and gently squeezed them between my thumb and forefinger, torturing her with pleasure. A bead of sweat dripped down my forehead and Casey breathed lightly into my ear and let out a moan.
“I’ve fantasized about this for so long,” she whispered.
Damn… this was really happening. I pulled her top over her head and she did the same to mine. There was no longer any need for her pink lace bra, so I unhooked it as we kissed harder and deeper. Casey unbuttoned my slacks and bent over to reveal her breasts as she pulled my pants down and gave me a squeeze. The blood was already rushing downward.
As I stripped Casey’s pants and panties from her voluptuous curves, I ran my hands down her thighs. Smooth as silk. My fingers went inside of her as we made our way on top of the table. Kissing her neck, I found myself wondering why the hell I had waited so long to talk to this receptionist who had been right in front of me for months. Donating sperm had never been this fun.
Casey cradled my chin in her hand as she pulled me toward her. Oh, how I loved a woman who knew how to take control. Her lips made their way from mine, down to my neck, then to my chest. Her cold lips made my heart race with every touch. She kissed my tattooed skin, her tongue tracing the lines of ink.
I moved my hands to her breasts and pulled them together. Then I took both nipples into my mouth at the same time and sucked on them. I felt her nails digging into the back of my head as I began to explore lower down her body. I kissed the underside of her breasts, her navel, and within seconds my head was between her delicious, pale thighs.
I glanced up at her, catching her eye. It looked like her eyes were begging me to eat her pussy, while simultaneously telling me she was terrified of what I was about to do.
I leaned forward and met the lips of her pussy with a kiss ev
ery bit as passionate as the making out we’d just been doing. My tongue stretched inside her, fucking her as I tried to reach as deep inside her as possible.
She cried out and rose her legs up, so that they rested over my shoulders. I pushed her back and spread her wide open, sucking on her clit and drinking every drop of her soaking pussy. She squirmed in pleasure as I devoured her like some monstrous predator.
When I felt the shudder of orgasm rush through her, I grinned.
“Good girl,” I said, then stood up and aimed my throbbing cock right at her soaking pussy.
With a single, powerful thrust, I was inside her.
I leaned over her, wrapping my arms around her and crushing her breasts against my chest as my cock slid all the way into the very core of her body. Our lips were a force to be reckoned with, finding their way back to one another at any given opportunity. She bit my lip and took a firm grip on my behind, her nails digging into the firm muscle of my ass.
She was going to draw blood, I thought.
I reached Casey’s center as she let out a moan. “We have to be quiet,” she giggled. “The bosses will hear us.”
“Too late,” I growled.
As I went deeper and deeper, she clawed into my back, a substitute for the moans she couldn’t let anyone hear. It only made me want to go in further.
My peak was coming. I rose up and grabbed her breasts firmly in my fists as I let myself enjoy these final few moments. Finally, release. The orgasm seemed to come right from the very core of my body, surging through me, and pouring into her pussy in a torrent of ecstasy and passion. It went on and on, my cock cumming and cumming. I thought it would never end. Never had I experienced such a long, intense, ecstatic orgasm. We both shuddered in pleasure as my orgasm set off a wave of pleasure in her body. Then I collapsed onto her, gasping for air.
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