Chapter 3

Evan

Sleep, and lots of it, that’s what the experts recommended for a clean and healthy lifestyle. The right amount must be enjoyed every single day. I made sure of it, and today was no exception. It had been a late last session yesterday, so I’d only arrived home at around three A.M this morning.

I scheduled today’s clients for later in the afternoon. I had to have the recommended number of hours of sleep to keep me in tip-top condition. After a full night’s rest, I headed to my personal gym and breezed through my daily thirty minutes of cardio exercise. This maintained my fitness at the most optimal level. The most important thing was that it helped me to keep my stamina at the level I needed when I was servicing my clients.

My next customer could be a tricky one. As always, she’d been advised to go to suite sixty-nine. Sure, it was a little cheesy, but I found it funny when I thought of it. The Hotel Fardo was not a huge place with four of five hundred rooms in the building. It was a more modest hotel with around eighty rooms. It catered to me very well.

The business owners were highly discreet and never mentioned the operation that I was running from one of their executive suites. Even the cleaning ladies turned a blind eye to the massive amounts of linen that were consumed by the suite on many days. It was not often I only had one client. Most days, there were two sessions, and that was my self-imposed maximum. I was only human after all, and more than that could weaken my potency and my performance.

I arrived at the suite and could see that the hotel staff had done another fantastic job of cleaning. It looked like no one had ever set a foot in the place, never mind had a serious fucking session in a bid to become pregnant. Two glorious times a day with different women.

There was a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole. It was a husband and wife waiting for me to open the door. They looked on edge, gazing insecurely down the hallway in case they were recognized. I let them in and invited them into the living room.

“Nice place you have here Mr…,” said the husband.

Rule number one, keep my real identity a secret.

The couple sat close to each other on the couch and handed me their folder. I had already seen their application and test results, and they had met the whole set of requirements. There seemed to be no reason she couldn’t conceive.

“So, why have you come to me?” I asked. “I will make it clear from the start, couples generally, I don’t get involved with. For obvious reasons.”

“Well, we have tried to have kids for years, and it just isn’t working for us,” the husband said. “We heard about your success rate. We thought if anyone could help us, you could.”

He held his wife’s hand in a sweet gesture of intimacy.

“I see you have passed all the tests, and you have both been tested and are declared fit for having kids. So why do you think it hasn’t happened?” I directed my question at the wife.

You must be doing something wrong. Christ, you have a high sperm count, and your wife is okay. It beats me. Maybe you’re just no good in bed?

“I’m not sure,” she replied sheepishly. “We have sex regularly. We have even stuck to the calendar of the optimal times, but I think luck has just not been on our side.”

“I may be able to help, but I want you to know… it’s not an easy thing for couples to go through. And are you comfortable with the whole situation?” I looked at the husband.

He smiled at his wife.

“Very much so,” he said with a wry smile. “I’ve wanted a family with my wife for such a long time. I would try anything to be in that position with her.”

I ogled them. God, the wife was actually quite stunning with long jet-black hair and dark hazelnut eyes. She also had nice tits on her that were trying their hardest to free themselves from her top.

Fuck!

The husband leaned toward me before speaking. “When you actually do the sex part, is there any way I can be part of it?”

“It’s possible for you to watch, but nothing more. And there would be no touching at all, not even you and your wife. She will be under my control, and mine alone.”

“That sounds okay,” the husband said.

The wife’s breasts rose and fell with each nervous breath that she took…

“You may find it very uncomfortable,” I explained. “You have to sit there and watch me fuck your wife. And I will tell you now, she will enjoy it. In truth, she will be screaming and moaning. And that’s just the second stage. Because there is a long, slow, foreplay session of oral sex between the two of us to get her ready.”

My gaze lingered on the wife.

“I am fine with that,” the husband said, nodding in agreement. “Whatever it takes to get her pregnant.”

I licked my top lip. “You can sit close to her, and you will be able to see me sucking her clitoris. She will have my large dick in her mouth on more than one occasion.” I needed to make sure he understood before we got started.

“I am fine with whatever. I just want a family,” the man said. A rogue tear welled up in his eye.

The wife gripped the husband’s hand nervously. “I feel a little uncomfortable with the whole thing. Is there no way, you can, you know… just be a, a donor?”

“That’s not the way I work. It is sex or nothing. There’s no donations or anything, and to be brutally honest, it appears you have doubts about the whole thing. I’m not really confident I can actually help you now.”

They turned to each other. Their gaze locked, like they communicated with each other mentally. They both turned to face me. It was like they had come to a decision that had been made between them both. The wife lifted her leg and crossed it over her knee. She raised her leg much higher than was necessary… maybe she wanted me to see what was at the end of her long slender legs?

The wife then, nervously, but seductively, placed her finger on her bottom lip, “I’m fine now. We follow your rules, and my husband can’t touch while you make me suck on your hard cock. Um, and you slowly rub your tongue against my throbbing clit.”

She was trying to seduce me, and it was working. Fuck, I love my job.

“It sounds like you have the hang of the whole idea now. And if we all just follow the rules, then everything will work out fine.”

The woman nervously slid her skirt up her thigh and parted her legs slightly. She was pretty hot.

“Well, this may just be your lucky day, I will set an appointment for you. I will check the schedule, and see what slots are available. Then we’ll see what we can do for you.”

“I do hope so, and I look forward to it,” the husband said gratefully.

“One final thing. The money has to be deposited on or before the appointment that we have set. And if it is not there or if it’s late, there will be no service provided.”

The husband held out his hand and thanked me. He walked to the door. The wife held out her hand. I touched her fingers and politely kissed her on the top of the hand. My eyes caught hers. She was squirming where she stood and biting her bottom lip.

They slowly went off into the hallway. The woman glanced over her shoulder and cast me a smile before entering the elevator. They disappeared into the elevator, and then they were gone.

They were a friendly couple, but they have too many doubts. If they return, it will be a miracle. I don’t think I will ever see them again.

The door closed, and I walk back into the living room. Married couples are always the fucking same. Christ, I should’ve never allowed myself to even consider couples. It’s a pain in the ass from start to finish; no matter how much they say they’re comfortable with the idea. Because once the husband sees me with their wife, they become jealous. I take them in many positions, and we can fuck a couple of times if I feel I can finish twice.

That’s the easy part. As I mentioned to the latest possible clients, once they see me sucking on her clit and she’s giving me a long, slow, blowjob. Well, then things can escalate rather quickly in the emotional department.

It’s entirely understandable, though. It’s not a situation that I would like to be in. Having to sit and watch the person who you love pushed to their very limits. All right before they have a powerful orgasm; knowing their wife's pussy is full of another man’s potent seed.

If it was Piper and me, there would be no way on God’s green earth that I would let anyone anywhere near her.

Piper would be my one and only.

Things were wrapped up in the hotel suite. And the potential file was put away with the many hundreds I already had in storage. I checked that all the electrical appliances and lights were turned off and disconnected. I pulled the door toward me, and then the living room phone rang.

If this had been anywhere else, I would ignore the phone and just leave and ignore it. Not many people had this number, so it had to be something quite important.

I walked back into the living room and picked up the phone.

“Hello,” I said.

“Why so formal big guy? It’s Tyler.”

“I wondered when you would call,” I said. I perched myself on the couch armrest.

“What you doing for dinner? Wanna catch up?” Tyler asked.

“Where are you thinking of going?” I asked, sliding onto the couch.

“How about Grazini’s? They do a pretty decent dinner.”

“It will have to be later though, I’m pretty tied up for a while,” I replied.

“Whatever time. I will be there around eight P.M anyway, so if you’re not there, I will just wait for you by the bar. I just need to bring you up to speed on the new app we are nearly finished with.”

“Just give me the details later. And make sure you are there. I know the type of women that go to that place. Fuck… I don’t want you vanishing on me.” I laughed.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” Tyler said.

We both hung up the phone. I headed out the suite door. My mind thought of Piper again and the couple who could not get pregnant. No way would I share, or even think of sharing Piper. I had no idea what the world was coming to, sometimes.

I miss you, Piper.