I'm not a immature man, but when I sat in the Doctor office with my wife as our doctor told us we couldn't conceive, I had never felt so old. I never imagined being one of those couples that had to borrow, and definitely not one that imagined never having kids, but as the physician explained how my wife, Clara, could not make children I grew very very still.
Clara was crying and I was telling her it would all be fine, but I didn't know that it would. We had thought I was shooting lacuna, but as it turned out, my target was what had gone wrong.
After a twelvemonth of us"accepting it"we finally came to the conclusion that this wasn't going to solve out sans fry, and we started looking at other choice.
I didn't want to adopt. The hold was long, it was really all luck of the draw, and about of all, I wanted MY gene to be in MY kid. Plain and simple.
That was when surrogacy was brought up to us and we began the operation of finding the perfect surrogate for our child.
We flipped through the pamphlet until we both agreed on a girl with a gravid profile. We asked to set up a meeting, and waited patiently a week later in the lobby for our first appointment.

A Whitney Young woman walked into the room and I could do nothing but stare. Amazing pegleg helped shape a nice stave ass, supple rose hip, and an amazing set of tits. All were packaged in an pair of gymnastic trouser and a track down tank. The beauty's hair was a chestnut tree Brown, rich and healthy, and her peel was a soft smooth milky white. She looked youthful, goodish, and over all incredible.
She sat, and then a secretary came out.
"Naomi, Mr. and Mrs Michaels. The doctor will see you now."
To my started surprise, the female child stood back up along with us, and we all entered the room, she flashed me a charismatic smile.
The doctor explained all the checkup mumbo-jumbo but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't distracted.
Even her collar os was aphrodisiacal. Her neck opening was slender, and she had high cheek bones framing a beautiful look and seductive wax sass that curved into a smiling even when neutral. Her heart were lowering lidded and a light love brown.
"Any questions ?"
I tuned in and sputtered,"How do we do it ?"
The doctor explained,"We go in and artificially fecundate the fertile egg. This will be done with your semen."
I looked over at her, my body somehow very aroused at the idea that Naomi was"productive ”. There was something suddenly so damn sexy about her taking my seed, and caring my small fry I was momentarily speechless.
"Great."I managed. We concluded our first meeting.
In the pressure group, Clara stopped Naomi.
"I'd like if we could ask a few questions as we go over and house papers."She said,
Naomi agreed,"Sure, I'd honey that. How about dinner at my home. I'll cook."
My wife nodded,"That'd be great."
We left.
The next day Clara was called in for a late nighttime evening.
"Can you cancel with Naomi ? I'll have to be at the berth late, and I want to reschedule."
"No problem"I said, barely masking my disappointment.
When I went to wee the margin call, I couldn't do it.
Instead after my wife left I jumped into the car and headed over to Naomi's at the scheduled time.
She answers the door gong and the olfactory property of solid food wafted in. It smelled delicious.
"Hello !"She said, her spokesperson was like honey to match her eyes.
"ejaculate in, no Clara tonight ?"
"Afraid not,"I said,"She got caught up in a work thing, but I brought the papers over to sign."
"Great. But first base, let have dinner."
The meal was as expert as it had smelled. Tri-tip steak, green beans, and mashed potatoes and gravy.
We had small talk while she dished me up, but once we were both seated, I couldn't help but flirtation, I was so pull to her it came naturally.
"So how's your husband sense about you having my child ?"
"Hah, no husband, just me. I'm focalisation on my schooling."
"I didn't know you had to go to school to model."
"Oh I've never modeled before…"
On it went. Until dinner was done and written document were signed.
I stood to go, she cleaned the dishes and I apologized for keeping her so late.
"Oh not a problem !"she chimed,"I'm just going to occupy a Bath and chief to bed."
Imagining her taking a bath was almost too a lot to conduct. I closed my eye and took a late breath.
"wellspring then, I'll let myself out. Thanks again Naomi."
"See you succeeding workweek !"She called from the kitchen as I stood in the incoming way.
I hesitated, then, in a mo of pure spontaneity, I open and closed the door without leaving. I heard her continue to mix around the kitchen as I went up the stairs to her bedroom. It was obviously hers by the odor of honey and lavender, and the sign of the zodiac of the room being"lived in ”. The bed was a large Billie Jean Moffitt King sized one, with dark purpleness bedding and high bed posts. Underneath her bed is where I hid myself until I heard her softly walk into the elbow room, the sole role of her visible were her petite manicured feet and bare sexy wooden leg.
I withheld a gulping as I watched her satin bathrobe hit the terra firma as she stepped naked into bed.
The brightness went out and I made my relocation.
Quietly I moved from under the bed and loomed above her resting form.
She was hint taking, with bleak articulatio humeri and partially exposed chest, hair laid messy around her pillow.
Slowly I moved my hand over her mouth and pressed it firmly down. Her eyes grew immediately alert and frightened, and I shushed her as she gasped beneath my palm.
It was drab, but as I mounted on top of her, pinning her arms to her face and her body down with my weight, her eyes adjusted and recognition showed in her features.
"I'm going to move my deal"I said,"If I do, you have to promise you'll be quiet, or I'll gag you."
She nodded frantically and I removed my hand from her mouth.
She gasped out but delay silent apart from breathing heavily while I adjusted myself, sliding the cover down to reveal her named body.
She had an vex hour trash, her breasts full, and stomach tight.
I imagined her belly plump with my shaver and I grew harder.
"W-why… why are you doing this ?"She asked softly, her voice quivering.
"Because from the consequence I saw you, I knew I had to have you. It's not enough for you to deport my child, I want to put it inside of you."
"But your wife-"
"wasteland. You on the former hand, are Whitney Young, and healthy, and beautiful. It's nature for man to seek out a woman in this way."
I realized it was true up. These were my floor instincts, my most primitive desires.
"Please don't do this…"She began, but it was too lately. I had more than made up my mind. removing my belt, I fastened it around her carpus and tied her to her bed frame.
Then, spreading her wooden leg apart I nestled my heavy rod at the basis of her warm opening, and thrust inside her. She let out a cry and I decided as long as she didn't screech, I didn't tutelage. I began pumping into her, loving the way her body rocked with mine, her tits bouncing with my apparent motion. Her mouth undetermined in a silent cry.
I glided in and out of her with speed, effort building up interior of me and before I knew it I felt my liberation as I came inside her. A groan of my own escaping as she cried out.
Her breath was ragged. She fought to infract loose from my clasp, but I held her still. No. This was not over. She was mine. I would jazz her until I ran empty.
Unbuckling the belt, I tightened it around her pharynx and she panicked, reaching out to grasp at her leash. I pushed her hands aside before flipping her over and pulling her up to all fours. Now she tried to scream and press, but I pulled my reins strong and pulled open the bedside draftsman. Inside I found an acrobatic preparation band used for yoga and stretching. I expanded it out and tied it tightly around her nerve, severely muffling her voice.
Now I could focus.
My stopcock still hard, I positioned myself and pushed back inside her. It was easier this meter and my pumps became more delirious quicker. I began humping her like a beast in heat. Our organic structure colliding with my forceful shock. The slap of my pecker reentering her at open frame neck opening speed. bead of sweat glistened on her back as I rode her, her ass rippling to my voiceless pumping motion.
I leaned in, squeezing her hone tit hard, making her groan as I pinched the nipples, then I braced my bridge player against her smooth, toned belly. I slapped it, feeling so much masculine tycoon and vigor that I was certainly I could go all Night like this.
But finally, I felt my peter impulse with my s load. I pressed as far in as I could go, filling her with my cum. I came in waves and undulation, as hot stickiness filled her cunt, over flowing to burst at her opening.
I let her go and she dropped with debilitation, a victimised piece of flesh.
I removed the stria and she sobbed into her pillow before moving to get up and away from me.
"Not so fast."I said, sounding low temperature even to myself.
"What else could you want with me ?"
"I'm not taking the hazard of you getting rid of all my strong employment. I need to make sure I've impregnated you. I want you total and round and carrying my child."
"I wont do anything, I promise."
"Not safe enough. I'll be back to unlace you in the morning, once I've left for piece of work. Until then, I'm giving us our best chance."
With that I got up, and finding a jump roofy, and another acrobatic band, I tied her blazonry to the butt taproom of the bed post, then stringing it up like a pully to the top saloon, I tied her pegleg so she was cut in half, her legs spread up and back, her ass out, as she lay on her back.
"Now my cum can dribble into you. All of it."
With that, I left her.
The next morning I got up, Clara made me breakfast, apologizing for getting home so late, and I headed off to work.
I stopped by Naomi's and she was where I left her. Hard again, looking at her taunt phase, I set down my legal brief case and came over to her. She was passed out. I unzipped my pants, and fucked her to consciousness, releasing myself for a third clip inside of her.
"If you terminate this pregnancy, you'll be in breech of declaration. If you say I raped you, I'll deny it. And if it's found you had sex with someone, possibly complicating my maternity, you'll be in breech of contract. So unless you have an extra 300,000 dollars laying around. We go about this surrogacy as aforethought and as rule. Do you understand ?"
I said all of this piece still inside her. She nodded her tear stained human face and I released her bindings.
"You're going to see beautiful carrying my tiddler Naomi."and with that, I kissed her forehead and went off to work on. Sir Thomas More man than I had felt in years .