The Surrogate #3
First Touch In So Many Ways
“Don’t worry, Victor, the arrival of a baby coinciding with my departure shortly afterward will calm stormy waters.”
“My sister is all bark, no bite, and she never plans.”
“And you keep her?”
“Yes. We must always be mindful of our family’s needs.”
“You are very generous, Victor.”
“Do you disapprove?”
“Not at all. I think it demonstrates a sense of honor.”
“Do you think my sister should be more grateful?”
“If gratitude is not in her nature, there is no point fighting the tide.”
“How are you so wise for one of tender age, Amy?”
“I lost my parents young and grew up with lawyers around my dining table. It’s probably why I chose law.”
“Do you enjoy the law, Amy?”
“I like justice. Sometimes those are the same thing.”
“The world can be a deceitful, unfair place. I agree.”
“But your foundation is a shining light, Victor.”
“I do what I can, not only for family.”
Our starters arrived seamlessly, delivered by well-dressed, attractive male and female servers. Aside from a delicious aroma and flavor, I couldn’t remember what I’d eaten, being so captivated by Victor and his conversation.
My senses piqued when our main courses slid on the table, and we set about enjoying the most traditional dish of old Italy. One fork gripped me with its full flavor, adding that primal human emotion of sharing a meal around the hearth.
“What plans do you have for a career, Amy?”
“I’d like to make a partner in a complex litigation firm before I’m thirty-five.”
“That’s big money with lots of stress.”
“After a few years of that, I’d like to try my hand at being CEO in a Fortune 500 company, investing my money, all the while building a foundation.”
“With your current fortune in play and already invested, is that necessary? You have enough money to last several lifetimes.”
“I must make my mark on this world, Victor, as a sign I passed through. I’d rather not be remembered as someone who lived on her inheritance.”
“Our child secures your legacy as well.”
“From a DNA point of view, my succession is assured under your care and tutelage.”
“You are a rare treasure in many ways, Amy.”
The porchetta melted in my mouth with an explosion of layered flavor that heightened my appreciation for Victor’s chef. The evening road noise from somewhere four stories below us was quiet enough to be ambient, almost adding to the mood.
Who will remember me after I am gone anyway?
Oh, stop feeling sorry for yourself. You can’t have it all.
“What will you do for the rest of your life, Victor?”
“I will shape a business empire for the next generation of my family and hope that wealth, health, and happiness prevail in my line of succession.”
“Will you have more children after ours, Victor?”
“Will you help me with that, Amy?”
“You are such a tease.”
He grinned, and I wondered how much of his joke held truth. Victor was very relaxed and seemed to enjoy my company. I hadn’t expected him to be so amenable, enjoyable, or to have such attentiveness for me.
“The real problem with succession planning, Amy, is understanding whether your child is capable or desirous of taking over the reins.”
“And what will you do if they are neither of those things?”
“Organizing effective management, engaging expensive lawyers, oversight committees and trusts are the best way forward.”
“Much in the same way I was raised?”
“Yes. I’m sorry, that was thoughtless of me.”
“You’ve considered this very carefully, Victor. My feelings on the subject are irrelevant; in any case, I’m no shrinking violet or offended by honesty.”
“Have you thought about succession planning for your fortune, Amy?”
“Not as much as you have, but clearly, I must.”
He fell quiet, and I felt a tiny baby elephant enter the room. It was inobtrusive and belonged to me. I was surprised by how it ambushed our conversation.
When Victor cleared his throat, I knew what was coming next.
“I have to ask who you would leave your fortune to?”
Ahh, my elephant has arrived.
“Wow, that’s a damn good question that deserves an answer.”
“Do you have one?”
“Not yet, but it is something I will seriously consider.”
What if my child with Victor is my only offspring?
My head spun because I couldn’t fathom an answer. I was so focused on finishing University and plowing forward with a law career that I couldn’t see myself as a wife or mother.
A feeling of selfishness nagged at the corner of my mind, and for the first time in ages, I questioned my moral compass.
“I don’t feel like eating dessert, Victor. Is that okay?”
“I hope I didn’t spoil your appetite.”
“Not at all. You have offered me food for thought, but I am grateful. I’d rather not bloat myself, especially considering your kind offer to service me with your tongue.”
He grinned, clearly already savoring the creamy juices seeping from my swollen, moist pussy lips in some taboo bed chamber of his imagination. I crossed my legs, pressing both labia together, grinding slightly to relieve my sexual tension, enjoying his expression’s hint of tawdry desire.
“Are you comfortable in your bedroom, Amy?”
“Very much, and I’d like us to go there after you’ve finished eating, please.”
“Is it time for me to deliver proof to back up claims regarding my prowess in the fine art of cunnilingus?”
“If you’d enjoy doing that, yes, please. I’m rather keen, being a first-timer and all.”
“I’ve left plenty of room to dine on you, Amy. I do have a point-of-order question, though.”
“Of course, please ask me anything. I feel we’re at that stage there is nothing too taboo left for us to discuss.”
“When you orgasm, do you feel immense pressure on your urethra and Skene’s gland?”
Okay, maybe you can shock me.
“Oh my, Victor. Are you asking me if I squirt when I cum?”
I giggled and reached for Victor’s hand, squeezing his fingers tightly. I’d had more arousing and sexually explicit conversations about sex with Victor than any man, even before he fucked me.
“Yes, I am asking precisely that, Amy. Is there a tsunami of love involved with your orgasms?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll suppress it.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
“W-wh-what?”
“I said I’d rather you didn’t suppress your orgasm. I rather enjoy the uncontrolled delicious flow of a woman in rapture.”
“You mea-?”
“Every last drop. Yes, please.”
He nodded while my expression contorted into a lewd, tawdry version of my usual, calm self. I repeatedly pulled on my bottom lip, furrowed my brow, and sizzled like butter skimming a hot skillet.
I couldn’t believe a man was asking me to squirt unicorn pee into his mouth. My head bowed, and I breathed in deeply. The frisson of excitement Victor had joked about earlier burned me with intense arousal surging through every inch of my body, warming me until I glowed like a full moon.
“I feel a tickle in my womb. Listening to our conversation, playing it back, and imagining you sinking to your knees-.”
“And peeling your engorged pussy lips apart for my tongue to enjoy.”
Yes… oh, please, god, stop. I’m trembling with excitement, Victor.”
“I feel precisely the same way. There is no chance I can hide my arousal on the way to the elevator.”
“Neither should you. That cock is far too big to squash or hide.”
“I’ll hold a napkin strategically.”
“Can we leave now, please? I’m fucking desperate for you to fuck me.”
“Yes, of course, Amy.”
Victor held my hand as though we were on a date, which I guessed, in a very abstract sense, we were. I was a sure thing as far as him fucking me was concerned. Some might call me a whore, as Caprica had, but I would disagree.
I’m not being paid for sex.
Our mutual outcome is the birth of a child.
My moral compass spun like a roulette ball when we entered the elevator. I looked at Victor and felt pleased with his sidelong glances that seemed appreciative and longing. His fingers were warm and trembled lightly in my hand, lifting my self-esteem.
At my new bedroom, he held the door open for me to pass through first, a gentlemanly gesture but not one I could conclude determined a submissive or dominant character.
“Do you know why men hold doors open for ladies, Victor?”
“As a sign of respect?”
“That’s true for today, but the tradition came from the ridiculous size dresses women once wore that were so large at the bottom, they couldn’t lean forward to open the door for themselves.”
“Do you like a man to hold a door open for you, Amy?”
“It makes me feel special and as though I’m desired.”
“One might argue that sending you through the door first means you meet any danger beyond the threshold before I do.”
“Is your bedroom dangerous, Victor?”
“Only occasionally when I swing from the chandelier.”
“Or perhaps when you expose the enormous cock tenting your pants.”
I strolled to my bed and flung the empty, small black velvet clutch onto a nearby wing-back chair. When I turned, Victor was aflame, his eyes burned with desire, and he stood proudly, two inches taller, with an immense bulge in his pants.
His face shimmered as tiny muscles spasmed, rippling and contorting his expression, revealing extreme desire and delight.
He approves of me.
Of course he does, foolish girl, he selected me.
“I’m looking forward to enjoying your cock, Victor. At first, I worried about length and girth fitting inside me because you are such a big boy, but now, my body pleads for you to fuck me.”
“Would you like me to fuck you after I lick your pussy for a while?”
“Immediately, my orgasm ends, fuck me however you wish, Victor.”
“May I start now, my dear?”
“Be my guest. Take all the time you need.”
He stepped closer, cupping my chin in his palm and examining my face while reading the truth in my eyes. I was aroused beyond any measure of that state’s meaning. Tiny beads of shame dribbled from my quivering pussy onto my upper thighs, making me feel sticky, marinating his desert in a hormonal entrapment.
His skin was exquisitely smooth, marbled somewhere between white and a light brown. I imagined he shaved with an old cutthroat razor to achieve such closeness. A faint whiff of orange confirmed Victor knew how to wear cologne without burning a girl’s nostrils while eliciting her pleasure.
He was musky, testosterone-drenched, and an all-rugged man. I saw no submission in his eyes and wondered how far I’d misjudged him. He undressed slowly, folding everything while I drank in his form, figure, and poise like a slut, willing to do anything for his pleasure.
He stood before me naked and unabashed while I was fully clothed. I examined every inch of the man about to give me something no other had.
“You’re such a beautiful man.”
“I’m glad you approve of me.”
“Is my approval necessary?”
“Yes, very much, as far as I’m concerned.”
I stared into his eyes, fathoming the complex mind I was combining my DNA with. He was insightful, exciting, and a rare treasure for any woman to enjoy.
He’s also perfectly built to fuck girls.
“You want to tell our child that I approved of you and this union and that he or she was a meticulously planned birth, desired by both of us.”
“Yes, it’s important, Amy.”
“I agree. It’s also true.”
“I like truth.”
I stared down at Victor’s cock in disbelief. That anything could poke so far out from his body and be so thick was unfeasible. I reached down, gripping two-thirds the way around his shaft with one hand clenching tightly, enjoying how steely hard his cock was.
“That’s fucking enormous.”
“I shan’t tell our child you said that.”
“Oh, please don’t. I’d rather they thought of me as an angel.”
I couldn’t let go of his cock, and its musky aroma wafted up my nostrils, flaring both wide with primal lust. Even when Victor kissed me, I couldn’t relinquish his quivering shaft, now welded inside my fist.
He moved forward slowly, pausing, smiling until his lips caressed mine with enormous affection, brushing warmly together, feeling slightly sticky from my lip balm.
His tongue sought mine, giving the same electrifying effect up and down my spine as earlier, tingling even more when Victor reached around and unzipped my dress slowly.
He kneeled, stared up, and slid my figure-hugging dress downward, pressing his face into my crotch breathing deeply while sampling me. Victor moaned lasciviously, turned me around, and thumbed my panties off, planting soft kisses along my spine, causing me to arch and wriggle in delight.
After he removed my socks, Victor licked and kissed both cheeks, sliding his tongue down one thigh, past a knee that buckled slightly as he tickled down my calf, almost to the floor.
When he changed sides, licking up my leg, slipping his tongue between my ass cheeks, I gasped, and my swollen pussy leaked more shameful veneer onto sticky thighs.
Victor gently forced me to kneel on my bed. I got the message that he wanted to lick my furrow from behind, so I arched my back and presented a drenched, creamy slit to his mouth.
My cunt was wet, and I smelled the heady, lewd aroma of my arousal, intoxicating me, dispelling all inhibitions. By the sound of Victor’s purring, he was enamored by my pussy, enjoying the scent that had stewed and pooled between two swollen pussy lips for his delight while we ate.
“A beautiful landing strip of blonde pubic hair.”
“After you offered tongue, I did this especially for you. I wanted to impress.”
“You are immensely impressive, Amy. Your pussy lips swell, holding back a delicious nectar.”
“Enjoy, sweetheart.”
I was thankful Victor had not remarked on my oversized labia and clitoris. It was an unusual feature of a few girls and one I enjoyed in masturbation but could frequently feel conscious about when viewed by others.
He prised my ass cheeks apart with gentle fingers, opening my pussy wide like a rose. Tendrils of cool air licked between throbbing labia, then rivulets of shame beaded down my thighs as though I were a citrus fruit being squeezed.
When Victor’s hot, quivering tongue split my pussy lips, I moaned, enjoying the first time anyone else had tasted me.
He slurped after plowing his tongue halfway along my creamy furrow, and I pushed back, spreading both knees wider apart, encouraging his efforts.
I reached for a pillow, pressing its firmness underneath my stomach, forcing a wanton, throbbing slit higher for improved access to his wet tongue and hot lips. His face crushed into me, and a hard nose tantalizingly pressed my tight anal whorl, the only virgin hole I had left.
Victor devoured me, sucking both oversized labia into his mouth, rinsing them, swallowing the nectar he cleaned off, then pulling both hard, drying my fat, oversized lips between his.
When Victor scooped up my engorged clitoris into his mouth, she throbbed whoreishly, and I wished Caprica could see me now, feeding my slutty cunt to her brother.
He clenched his lips around my enormous love button that sat proudly from her protective pouch and sucked gently, humming a tune of ecstasy deep inside. Victor’s tongue dragged my hard, creamy pearl from side to side, squashing her down with the back of his tongue, working my body, provoking tumultuous shudders.
“Oh fuck. Victor, are you sure about me letting go entirely? It might get messy down there.”
“I hope it does. Let loose your orgasm and go fucking wild, Amy.”
“Oh god, okay. Shall I roll over?”
“If you wish.”
“I want to see your face when I cum.”
I had enjoyed my slutty, submissive pose on all fours while Victor serviced me with his tongue, but I needed to touch him. When I rolled, he stuffed the pillow underneath my ass cheeks, pressing my knees wide apart using both palms.
I stared down with what I knew was a desperate expression, wanting my first cunnilingus to end well for both of us. Squirting into his mouth frightened me as I considered what my ejaculation might taste like and whether or not he would enjoy it.
Victor’s tongue worked my slit, plowing me up and down, swilling and swallowing, while I helped control his speed gripping the roots of his hair firmly. I hauled his lips onto my swollen clitoris, where he immediately paid perfect attention.
He has to be submissive.
He may dominate by being attentive.
Fuck! I don’t care; this is heaven.
I pressed my pussy into his face, gripped and tugged his hair, twisting, then exploded in an orgasm so ferocious that I saw stars and felt my whole body shudder in utter rapture.
I let go completely, expecting to soak both of us with copious unicorn pee. Still, he was ready, sucking every squirted jet of my nectar, gulping some, and swilling my most private body fluids as though they were his ambrosia. He hummed, moaned, and gripped my thighs like I was a wafer-thin ledge, and he clung to life while dangling over the end of the world.
I felt his lips pucker around my urethra while his fingers splayed my hole wide open.
He’s fucking sucking my juices out.
Wave after wave of rapture embroiled my body in a surge of joy that massaged every pleasure center and warmed every muscle as they tensed and relaxed, almost to the point of cramping.
My joints and sinews stretched, distending my body until its elasticity would reach no further, and I screamed, arched high like a crab quivering at the limit of my consciousness.
I was being milked for my juices by a master who licked and sucked my hole as though it were a tiny extraction slit he needed to explore fully, getting full value for money.
I collapsed on the bed, writhing in orgasm to the extent it reached beyond my threshold.
“I can’t… oh fuck Victor… that was so fucking good.”
“Your pussy was the best I ever licked, Amy.”
“Really? I wondered if my oversized labia and clitoris might be a turn-off.”
“Not a chance. I fucking love it!”
“Please fuck me, sweet Victor.”
When Victor lay between my legs, his cock nestled in hot, wet swollen labia, I stared at him, desperate for his cock.
He kissed me passionately, and I caught my sweet, creamy flavor from his wet lips and a mildly sugar-coated tongue. He had devoured my precious cream, a final seeping ambrosia from the Skene’s gland, and I tasted that orgasmic farewell.
“I want more from you, so much more, please, Victor.”
“You can have it all, my dear.”
I stared at him agog, mouth gaping wide with eyes like saucers, when his enormous glans pressed past my labia, spreading my pussy entrance almost to the point of pain.
I gasped, squirmed, and watched the delight on his face when I squeezed my tight hole hard against his shaft. He paused with his cock about halfway inside me while my cunt throbbed. I was fuller than ever and with only five or so inches impaled inside me.
“It’s the girth that fills you, Amy. It stretched your cunt walls wide. Try relaxing until your pussy grows accustomed.”
“Fucking hell. I’m so full right now. I don’t know if I can take it all.”
“Good girls can be trained to suck and fuck ten inches.”
“Oh god, you’re dominant, aren’t you?”
“I am neither and both, sweet Amy. My power comes from your pleasure and our union.”
“Give me more cock, please.”
“More or all?”
“You decide how much I can take.”
His cock was so immense, and my cunt was so tight that I felt every vein and bulge on his solid shaft as it slid against my soft tissue walls. He engraved my pussy with his signature, taking ownership of the reproductive system he paid for.
I raked his back with sharp fingernails, trembling with savage abandon, and he shrugged, smiling, enjoying the pain while delivering my rapturous pleasure on the end of his steely hard cock.
Victor was gentle and masterful, accessing my submissive deep inside, a version of me I was unfamiliar with. Like him, I had taboo demons on either side of the control dynamic, sometimes needing to take charge, oftentimes yearning for submission.
“I’m balls deep inside you, Amy. My cock is pressing against your cervix, massaging it gently. Hardly a submissive, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Hardly.”
“But not dominating you either.”
“No. You are complex, Victor.”
“As are you, my dear.”
He rocked his cock in and out of my hole, withdrawing a couple of inches, squeezing it back deep inside, crushing the walls of my velvet, moist sheath clenching his shaft tightly.
I felt his cock reach deep inside my body and had to agree that Victor was invading me, reaching places no man had ever gone and where few might be able to in the future.
Having his body so deep inside mine felt life-affirming, as though we were permanently conjoined.
My orgasm sparked anew, shivering through me like sparks bouncing on the floor while molten steel spills from a foundry into its cast. I squealed, moaned, screamed, and shouted, rejoicing in a surging, endless climax.
As one wave of pleasure abated, I dipped into a warm, relaxing chasm before another climax exploded, sending me skywards off its peak into hedonistic clouds of deep satisfaction.
He fucked me slowly, speeding up once my pussy more easily accommodated his enormous cock. My cunt felt like a tunnel being reamed by a high-speed train as stroke after heavenly stroke of his massive piston slammed in and out of my tight hole.
My body tensed and trembled through infinite pleasure that shivered deep inside every tissue, lighting the synapses in my mind until they fizzled, exploded, and were replaced by new ones that painted multi-colored shooting stars before my eyes.
“I’m cumming inside you, Amy.”
“Oh god, please, please, don’t fucking stop.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, spurring on my employer, celebrating my choices and the fact I was selected to be his birthing partner.
The ocean of semen flooding my pussy was plowed deeper with every stroke of his cock as the slippery hole Victor fucked relentlessly clenched tightly around his cock.
I was ascendent, enjoying his contorted cum face that erupted in delight as he strained to fill me with his gigantic cock while decanting every drop of baby-making seed deep inside me.
When he slumped on top of me, I noticed the sweat we’d created, enjoying the lasting effect of his aroma that still tantalized my nostrils while I descended from a climactic peak.
Victor was spent in a vigorous orgasm that lasted seconds. In contrast, my orgasm prevailed for close to fifteen minutes, rising and falling, utterly exhausting me, even now, tickling deep inside my reproductive organs.
He rolled aside and sought comfort in my arms, planting his forehead gently on mine, panting, smiling, and whimpering contentedly.
“Was it as you expected, Amy?”
“Far beyond my wildest fantasies.”
“Your pussy is the tightest I ever enjoyed.”
I wrapped an arm over his midriff, planting my head gently on his chest. Victor was at peace, and I felt more satisfied than ever.
I slept more soundly than usual, waking only when my employer slipped out of bed. He paced quietly to the balcony door, opened it wide, and stepped out into the night, completely naked.
I dragged my duvet off the bed and joined him on the balcony, leaning into his back, pressing my solid nipples against his cold skin while wrapping him warmly.
“I hope you aren’t pregnant already.”
“Why not?”
“I have enjoyed today immensely.”
“It has been fun, rewarding, and deeply satisfying, but we must remember, Victor, this is a transaction, regardless of how pleasant that may be.”
“Of course, Amy. I shall leave you now and hope we may breakfast together.”
“Are you using the gym in the morning?”
“I will be there from 6 a.m.”
“Okay, goodnight, sweet Victor.”
I felt regret that he was gone, and I thought my harsh, somewhat hastily spoken reminder drove Victor away.
It was essential we didn’t cross the boundary between sex and love, something I was confident would not happen in my case.
I used the toilet, knowing enough of Victor’s semen was already retained deep inside me and would hunt down my ripened egg.
As I slipped into a deep sleep, my body tingled with pleasure while my pussy ached slightly from the incredible cock that stretched it wide.
You’ve made a good start. Focus on outcomes, Amy.
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Interesting tidbit about the door holding and large dresses. I always thought men held the door for women so they could check out her bottom on her way through 🤣
KATE I'm sorry I will probably repeat my self but you continue to amaze me saying these 3 chapters were amazing or fantastic doesn't seem like enough. You have no idea how much I enjoy your writing. I can't wait to start #4.