What could I expect this weekend? I really had no clue. But it was a ridiculous scenario on the face of it when I took a moment to step back: one of the few statuesque women I had ever met, by far the most alluring and, for all practical purposes, perfect in my life, asked me to donate my sperm so she could have the next phase of her life. Irreversible. No going back. I built it up over that next week and a few days in my mind for when she'd invite me into her home. What if I didn't stack up to what she asked me for? What if I couldn't shall we say "perform" all the time, like I came at best once and then struggled to keep it up? Of course on the other hand I had those visions that weren't in the abstract from looking at photos online; I had those luscious tits in my hands as her perfect snatch gripped my penis with a tenderness and force that is indescribable.
She would not leave my mind, and I was still working on a different shoot and doing errands for my mom, and I had to fight off my erections a few times (thinking of filing my taxes did the trick). I only spanked the monkey twice in that week between when she stroked me and ode me to two orgasms, and the second was three days before I had to report for this 'assignment' at her house. At a certain point in the last couple of days it wasn't her tits but her face that kept me up at night, those fierce amber eyes that almost seemed to light up around the edges. But what if it was all a trick or a game? Was I just a convenient fuck boy? And.... Yes, I probably was. Why make a fuss? Getting to bone a hot woman over three days? Poor me, right?
But my one pervading thought was... is there more there between us? Is this a chore?
So, I was told to arrive at her place at 12 noon -- she gets up sometimes late, she said to me on our one phone call in the meantime- and to pack light. I just carried a couple of shirts and a couple of boxers with the one pair of shorts on me, plus a toothbrush and deodorant. I pulled up to her house which was smaller than I expected (but then what to expect if you're seeing someone as a goddess, right), with four windows and what looked to be a four bedroom house. But the modesty of the outside belied the fact that the main draw was she lived right off of a freshwater lake.
I came to the door and rang the bell, which made a cute musical jingle. I heard some light steps behind and the door opened, but the first thing I saw was not Stefania -- it was a small, whitish-gray rabbit and it started nibbling at my sandaled foot. I was more curious than startled, and remembered suddenly she had a bunny or two in pictures with her.
Then there was Stefania's bare painted-toed ffooting view and a giant "Hiiiiii Jake!" She appeared and opened the door wide: her hair was unkempt and even messy, but if anything it made her sexier. She was in a light green bathrobe and I could guess at least not a bra if not also panties underneath. What startled me was the giant hug she gave me and I could then confirm her tits were very much free. My cock twitched, but I couldn't let it go much further as she had also told me before we got started I'd have to sign some "things" to make this weekend OK.
"I'm so happy you got her without a fuss. No problems finding it?"
"Oh, it was a piece of cake."
"Oh?" She asked quizzically. Maybe that means something else in Australia.
"I mean it was fine." I looked down to the rabbit and smiled and said, "he looks friendly."
She looked and had this warmth that put me at total ease. "That's Ginger and he is a she, thank you." She leaned down and picked her up and then stepped inside and I followed her/them. "Please, come in so I can get you a drink. "And this has been a feisty morning for her. She was nibbling at my hand this morning, which means she's extra hungry. I'll put her away before we get on to, we'll, you know."
"Oh, yeah, sure," I stammered. Her house threw me off with how cozy it was. A living quarter off to one side that had a long couch and a 70 inch screen TV and a wooden coffee table, with walls painted in this soothing light blue that made it feel like you were looking up at the sky. And then off to another side was a dining room with a long table with some papers scattered around. Before we went into the kitchen the stairwell was long and massive, easily the most impressive part so far, and I recognized it from photos I'd seen her pose in. Which reminded me that, just in case, I had a camera with me in case I could convince her to do a few candid shots. I don't know why I did it, seemed like it wouldn't come to much, but I brought it all the same.
After a quick drink of water and some small chit chat about some of the projects we were on the past week, we had just a pause for a minute or two enjoying our drinks and smiling. Those eyes weren't looking straight at me, but not because she wasn't enjoying my company -- I think *she* was the more nervous one, and that put me at an ease that I really needed. Then she cleared her throat. "Okay, so, quick business to get out of the way, come with me."
I followed her into the dining room, staring at her ass in that sheer robe and again feeling a stirring in my loins. Stefania flipped over a few pages. "So, this is an NDA, right. You can read over the stuff but it just says you can't talk about what you're doing here to anyone after it's over. Cool, mate?" She then laughed a little. "Mate/mate, you know what I mean."
"Sure." I looked over the pages and it was mostly legalese I didn't understand. It didn't take a dummy to get that you had to keep quiet about these things though, so I took a pen and signed. She then signed as well.
"OK, now, next thing is," Stefania then took the bag I had and threw it across the room. I was worried more about my camera than the other stuff, but it was protected. "You think you need clothes this weekend? You silly."
"I thought I should uh... really?"
She had this raised eyebrow I found really hot and then said, "Uh, yeah! When will you have time to put on clothes? Besides..." She then opened up her robe and, yeah, not only no bra but her full bush, even less trimmed than before (some of the hair even ran into her thigh, and such a Craven au-naturale sight which had my penis growing immensely hard) followed it up with, "I don't need to wear much, either."
Stefania then sat up on the dining room table and grabbed me toward her. We kissed furiously as I leaned over her and pressed firmly. I was wearing a basic button-down short shirt and khakis and she practically ripped open my buttons before I just took off the short over my head. Her lips and tongue were working like she needed more air. After a few minutes she stopped and managed to get out this pretty logical sentence: "You won't last long to start."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Haven't spurted in a few days, right? Thinking of giving me a baby all week, right? Filling me up with a good fucking big load?"
"Yes, oh, fuck yes."
"So, take your pants off!" She breathed this like fire, and my pants were off in a flash. After she stroked me a few times she guided me into her soaking wet vulva and I bottomed out. She let out a gigantic guttural moan, clasped her beautifully full legs around my back and, lo and behold she was right. I slid in and out for fifteen seconds, felt my cock growing bigger and I let loose a torrent of sperm into her inner depths. I was shaking uncontrollably and breathing like a Maniac. I was looking not at her but at the papers -- my first thought before this was to try to hold on longer (again NDA -- Taxes), but it wasn't to be. Stefania then patted me on the back.
"Good job, Bub," she said. I was puzzled and she said as I got off her that Bub was an affectionate term where she came from. My cock was still fairly hard, deflating but still at half mast as it was starting to go down.