Standalone scene. Part five 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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“She said in her email that she liked the look of you…and that she wants to watch you come.”

That is…different. But... “Alright.”

“She’s single, 34 years old, always wanted to be a mother…” you read out the email while we are riding the elevator. “Twins run in her family,” you add and look up at me. “You might become a twin daddy.”

I roll my eyes at the way you tease me. “Cut it out…”

This time we got a room on the seventh floor. I watch the numbers above the door light up. She wants to watch you come.

“You good, soldier?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I reply. I can see you smirk from the corner of my eye. The elevator dings; doors roll open.

“Let’s get this party started.”

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The woman is about a foot shorter than me. Long, ginger hair, grey eyes. Very friendly, chatty. For some reason, though, this time around, you’re way more reserved than last time. You are nice to her, but not as open as with the previous couple. More professional? Perhaps you’re growing into your role? Maybe.

Once you collect the cash from her, you tell her that you'll be present for our session, just to make sure everything goes to plan. With that clarified, she steps up to the bed. “Can he…strip?” she asks you, looking over her shoulder. You glance over at me before you slide the envelope full of cash into your handbag.

“Well, he’s not a prostitute. He’s a sperm donor...”

Horrified, the woman stares at you, then at me. Her cheeks start to tinge red. “Of course, yes, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“But yes, let’s get started?” 

I follow your lead and take my shirt off. Her grey eyes are glued to me as she sits on the edge of the bed. She’s properly staring. I wonder what she’s thinking. Perhaps that I’ll be the father of her baby? Or babies…

And then, just when I drop my shirt to the floor, I notice that she’s not the only one looking at me.

You do too.

Our eyes lock for what must only be a millisecond.

“You’re really, really handsome,” the woman suddenly points out, catching my attention.

 I smile at her. “Thank you.” 

So I go on. I unbuckle my belt, pop the top button of my jeans, and then unzip. Her eyes follow, lips part. She’s wearing a summer dress with pink and yellow flowers, a thin, silver necklace, and a couple of rings on her fingers. I peel down my jeans over my ass and then inch the fabric down until it pools around my ankles. There I am, in my underwear, in front of her…and you.

We took our shoes off at the door, so I snap my socks off next. She seems to be completely transfixed by watching me uncover myself. Her skin is so fair that I can see her cleavage and neck flush in a deep shade of pink.

“He’s gonna jerk off now?” She checks in with you like you’re my pimp. Are you? My pimp?

“Yes,” you tell her and then sit in the armchair next to the full-size window. It’s crazy how, only days ago, I never would have thought that you’d ever see me in my underwear, let alone watch me jerk off. 

I start rubbing my cock underneath my briefs...stroke, tug, squeeze. I am getting hard at record speed. The way she looks at me…the way she smiles, all excited, fuck, that's really turning me on. I had no idea I’d be so into being watched. Is it that she is watching me…or is it your presence in the room? After all, you were the one to suggest that I’d be a good donor. You must like what you see too?

I spit on my palm and then slide my hand under the waistband of my briefs. My lips part with a sigh. I haven’t relieved myself in days. Pent-up seed is real. And it's ready to come out. I grab my dick and start pumping. Her eyes don’t move from my crotch. With every downward stroke, the fabric stretches over my knuckles. I swallow hard. I’m getting all hot and bothered quick.

“Oh my God,” she gasps, then giggles. “Can I see it?”

The muscles in my jaw flex when I grind my teeth together. Sure. I tug down the front of my briefs and free my dick. Hard, heavy, just above average length, but way thicker than average. Her lips open in an “O” shape.

“Oh, it’s so big…” 

With arousal tinging my mind, I check your expression. Do you like it too? Instead, I see how you roll your eyes at her reaction; it makes me chuckle. You did see my cock last week…not like this, but almost like this. Ready to fuck, penetrate…or, well, ready to make a baby.

“Can I touch it?” she suddenly asks me. I look to you for approval. 

You frown and immediately speak up: “No.”

The tone of your voice makes the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. Fuck. It almost sounds like you…own me. I’m your merchandise; you decide who gets a piece of it.

“Oh, sorry…” 

I start stroking again to distract her. That seems to work. I watch her swallow, lick her lips, and pull her eyebrows together. With every stroke of my dick, she’s getting more turned on. And so am I. Jesus Christ. I close my eyes and start whipping my hand up and down my shaft. Faster, faster, faster. My breath is getting heavier and deeper. I moan, let my head hang back, and then pull myself together again. I can feel all of my muscles tense and burn. You placed the cup behind me, on the cupboard beneath the TV, so all I have to do is reach back…

I'm about to do that when the woman scoots back onto the bed, spreads her legs, and reveals her bare pussy. Clean-shaven, pink, glistening folds right there. Ready to be fucked. Holy shit. Oh my God. The muscles of my right arm strain from how quickly I pump my hand across my rock-hard shaft. I suck in air, I’m so close...so, so close...

I reach back for the cup and grab it. That’s when she asks, “Can he come inside me, please?” She directs the question at you, sitting in your armchair. 

You smile at her and repeat your answer from before: “No.”

That possessiveness tone of yours takes me right over the edge. My eyes fly open. Fireworks go off inside my brain. I place the cup underneath my tip and curl forward. Fuck! My thighs and glutes tense repeatedly as I unload into the container. Thick, white cream fills it, jet by jet. Splat, splat, splat.

All those sounds wash away around me. I feel like I'm underwater, drowning in pleasure. I try to catch my breath. My whole body is covered in a light sheen of sweat and my heart is pounding. My God, that was intense... I straighten up and squeeze a last drop of my seed out by pressing my thumb down my shaft. I wipe my slit against the inside of the container. Sample done.

My vision is slightly blurry when I notice you approaching me. You take the cup and set it on the bedside table where you laid out the equipment for insemination. Then, you come back and touch me.

Briefs up. You're making me wince when you touch my softening dick and tuck it back inside. I can't believe you're this close to me right now...dressing me up.

The woman on the bed uses a plastic syringe to draw up my come and then lies back to insert it. The image nearly makes me moan. Her fingers part her folds and then, she slides it in deep. As deep as possible. I only notice that you’ve picked up my shirt from the floor when you shove it against my chest. “Get dressed," you hiss. The subtext of what you’re saying is clear: We’re leaving. Now. 

I slide my head into my shirt, then my arms, eyes still on the woman on the bed. She’s not only inserting my load, she’s also rubbing her clit. Suddenly, her bum cheeks clench, thighs tense, feet lift off the bed. Her high-pitched cry echoes through the entire room; it is loud enough for anyone on this floor to hear her too. It nearly does my head in. The way she comes from my seed. I watch her tremble, head pushed back into the pillows, back arching. She squirted all of my come deep inside, the syringe is empty when it slips out of her.

“I’m gonna make a baby now…” she whispers with a smile, more to herself, than to us. Your hand clasps around my upper arm; you’re literally dragging me out of the room. Wait, wait, wait... I don't want to go. Ngh. Fuck…that was hot.