Standalone scene. Part ten of my "Diary of a sperm donor" series. This series is set in a dystopian future where 90% of men lost the ability to procreate. This is the story of an ex soldier who can still spread his seed…

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“Hi,” I greet you in front of the hotel. You’re smoking a cigarette, looking as beautiful as ever. Long, dark hair moves in the wind, brushing your face. As soon as you see me, your eyes flick up, exhaling smoke.

“Hi.”

“Are we alright?” I ask and slide my hands into the pockets of my jeans jacket. The harsh, cold wind makes my skin prickle, so I pull the denim together at the front.

“Sure,” you say, but it doesn’t sound like you mean it. You drop the cigarette and crush it with your heel. “It’s a lesbian couple this time. AI. They want to meet you at the bar before making their final decision.”

“Okay?” I reply, frowning.

“Just go with it.” Your eyes burn into mine and when they do…I can tell that we are not alright. “Let’s go.”

It’s not that I don’t want to bring up what happened last time, I just don't know what to say.

So I follow you inside, but instead of heading toward the elevators, you make a right to the bar. You must have asked them for pictures because you head straight toward them at the counter. With a handshake, you introduce yourself. I can feel their eyes on me right away. “And this is the guy who’ll give you a baby,” you announce with a smile. Always the saleswoman. You gesture toward me and then let me shake their hands as well. I smile my most charming smile. One of them has red hair, the other is bright blonde. If I had to find words to describe them, I’d say that they look like a power couple. Put together and tough. Like two lawyers.

“Thank you for meeting us,” Red starts. You take a seat next to them while they make room for me to sit in the middle. 

“It’s my pleasure,” I reply as I sit. “Which one of you…?” I start, looking to my left, then to my right.

They exchange a knowing look. “Possibly both of us.”

Both?

I must look quite stunned, which you notice right away. “Hold on, both of you are looking for AI?” you chime in.

“If he’s charming enough,” Blonde teases, giving me a wink. It makes me feel all hot and flustered. I’ve never been eyed up by two women who are deciding whether I’m the man to give them their children.

“You are ex-military?” Red asks me. I nod.

“Yes, ma’am.” I am gonna lay it on thick with these two. 

“For how long?”

“I was in for ten years, fought in the war for about half that time.”

“Ten years?” Blonde hums. “You really don’t look old enough to have been serving for a decade already.”

I smile that charming smile of mine again. “Good genes, ma’am,” I reply simply. That seems to make her happy.

“Do you miss it?”

Her question throws me for a loop. I glance over at you. We both know who we miss, yet, I answer, “Parts of it, yeah. Mostly the camaraderie. There's a bond you can't find anywhere else. But some things are better left behind.”

That answer seems to satisfy them. “Why did you decide to donate now?” Red continues.

A very good question… that I don’t know the answer to. I blank completely. “He,” you start, “said he wanted to make a difference after being in the military. So I suggested that with donations, he could make a long-lasting impact on helping couples make a family.”

The two women exchange a quick look before they both smile. “That sounds reasonable.” It does? “Are you still keeping fit, soldier?”

It’s my turn to answer again. “Yes, ma’am. I work out every day of the week.”

“Good. We want to ensure we get the highest quality sperm.”

“Understood,” I reply.

“This is what you’ll be getting,” you chime in from beside Blonde. “His success rate is very high.”

Humming, the two women look at each other again. “Alright then,” Red says. “How many children have you fathered yet?” she asks.

Um… Again, I look to you for help. “Since he’s fairly new, so there are three babies on the way. Three donations, three babies.”

Red brushes her fingers along the stem of her wine glass. “How many children do you want to father?” This time, her dark eyes burn into my light ones. It feels like a trick question I might fail.

“No more than 25,” you cut in, but Red lifts her hand to stop you from speaking. 

“I want to hear from him.” My God, that woman gives me chills.

My body temperature starts to rise immediately. I never thought about it. I am more a live in the moment type of guy. “I honestly can’t say. I haven’t thought about it.” I can see from the corner of my eye that you’re not happy with my answer. “Either way, I want my children to be safe as possible. I don’t want to cause any…inbreeding problems,” I reply honestly. I’ve heard about the issue in the media. Since only 10% of men are potent enough to repopulate the planet, some men have taken it upon themselves to create as many children as possible. I won't be one of them. "So definitely not more than 25."

They exchange cryptic looks again. It’s like they can read each other’s minds.

“Alright. Good. It is important to us not to get involved with a mass donor. Happy to hear that we’re on the same page…" A tense silence settles upon us until Red starts speaking again, "So, we were thinking that we’d like to perform AI on each other.”

I am still processing what she said when you cut in, “So… to clarify, both of you want to have his baby?”

“Yes, precisely. We are aware that you didn’t plan for this, so we’re happy to pay double.”

Holy shit.

I look at you; you look at me. You can see the answer in my eyes: yes.

“That works for us,” you answer for me. “Shall we?”

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My life is absolutely crazy. Weeks ago, my existence was pretty much sexless, and now…it’s full of erotic moments like this.

The women are in their early thirties, and just like I thought, they wear expensive lingerie. Perhaps to get me in the mood? Or each other?

“He can do it out here or in the bathroom,” you suggest.

“In here,” Red decides quickly. She seems to be the one in charge. “We want to see his body… may as well see what kind of genes he’s passing on.” Jesus Christ.

While I strip, you sort out the paperwork and the money. “He will deposit one sample,” you tell Red. “That should be enough to impregnate both of you. I brought the syringe and a cup with me so that you can perform the act on yourself.” She seems to be happy with that. Blonde isn’t interested in the paperwork…instead, she sits on the corner of the bed and watches me take my clothes off. I wonder if she likes what she sees…

“Do you like him, darling?” Red asks her wife.

Smiling, she replies, “I do, he’s quite the handsome lad.” She’s wearing white, delicate lingerie that compliments her fair skin tone and bright blonde hair. She also has a certain something about her…the way she looks at me makes my temperature spike and my heart beat double time.

And then, Red steps closer, kneels on the bed, and starts fondling her wife. A little kiss on the cheek, one hand sliding down Blonde’s stomach, resting right between her legs. Oh. I’ve never seen two women together. It wasn’t something I sought out, especially since in the military our access to the internet and porn was greatly limited. This though? This fucking blows my mind. Like I am not even there, they start making out. Long and deep kisses, little moans, little whimpers. It gets me rock-hard in seconds. 

Mesmerized, you move closer and hand me the cup. I’m already stroking underneath my briefs. They want to have my babies. Red pushes Blonde down onto the bed and lies next to her. She’s definitely the one in charge. Her fingers brush down her wife’s stomach, circling that curvy belly there…and then, her fingers disappear underneath the fabric of her panties. Blonde arches, then sighs. Fuck.

This is too much for my brain to process. I use my thumb to tug down my briefs at the front--that gets Blonde’s attention. With half-lidded eyes, she watches me twist my hand up and down my solid shaft, faster-faster-faster. Her lips part at the sudden intrusion of Red’s fingers. I can see her silky panties stretch across her wife’s knuckles, pumping in and out of that slick pussy.

Oh. My. God.

My eyes close at the rising tension inside me. This won’t take long. My muscles tighten like a spring at how quickly I whip my hand up and down my dick. When Blonde opens her legs wider, it makes me fucking moan. And then, Red fixes her eyes on me. She knows exactly what she’s doing. This is not a show for me; it’s a show for my sperm. So she can get it over with. Holy shit… I don’t even care.

I tighten my hand around the cup, hold it against my tip and then angle my dick down. I watch Red rub Blonde’s clit. Those toes suddenly curl, legs lifting. Like she’s ready to conceive. Arching, tensing, coming. Watching her pleasure tips me over the edge. Thick and long streaks of come splatter against the bottom of the cup, splat-splat-splat, coating it in my white cream. I suck in breaths. Tiny stars flick across my vision.

Immediately, Red gets off the bed, takes the cup from me, and picks up the syringe from the bedside table. I’m still seeing stars when she draws my load up, filling it. Her wife fumbles to push a pillow underneath her hips. Panties off. I catch my breath and watch how Red places the syringe between Blonde’s creamy folds, pushes it in as deep as possible, and then releases my seed into her. The expression on her wife’s face is one of peace and ecstasy. With her hands holding the back of her knees, her thighs quiver ever so slightly at my load settling in against her cervix. When half of my seed is inside her, Red joins her wife in the same position. Pillow under her hips, panties off, knees up. And then, she impregnates herself. 

Fuck.

“You can go now,” Red says. You and I seem to be in a state of shock. We haven’t moved an inch since they started the impregnation process. I tuck my dick back in, pull up my jeans, and zip up. When I glance at you, you’re still staring at them on the bed. It’s an obscene image. Two beautiful women with their hips raised, legs up, gazing into each other’s eyes. We’re only bystanders now. I did my job. I’m not needed anymore. So, yeah...let's go.
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