Just so you know what's going on, you might want to read the first few chapters of this story.
In the mood for something mellow, I was driving home, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, with a little John Coltrane's
'My Favorite Things'
wafting through my speakers.
Chuckling to myself, I had to adjust things in my jeans as I thought back to the night I'd just enjoyed. It always felt good to take care of clients like Ruth and Isaac, who needed a little direction with their love life. Though, I gotta admit, it felt even better to take care of Isaac's curvy little wife Ruth who needed some help getting bred.
Now all I could think of was going home to unwind with a nice hot shower, especially after going at it that hard with the two of them at once.
Although, I'd never tell Manny, his brother Isaac really surprised me. Guy needed a lot more than help with his wife. If he was ever truly going to be happy, I think he had to accept the fact that he was bi, and might want to consider the idea of introducing another man into their relationship, who could help them both act out their fantasies.
Stopped at a red light, I looked over and saw her, parked under a light at a closed car dealership. A sweet little redhead bent over the hood of a red Fiat Spider, that I could see was smoking. Considering how late it was, I knew had to pull over to see if I could be of any help.
Of course, I loved redheads. And this particular one just looked so sexy. I'm guessing, dressed for a night out in a short, low-cut black dress that really showed off her cleavage as she turned to look at me driving in. And good god those legs, talk about shapely.
As I pulled in beside her, to see what I could do, she gave me a hopeful smile as she nodded at the engine. "A warning light came on, and smoke started spilling out from under the hood. I don't know anything about cars, so I have no idea what's going on."
"No problem," I assured her. "I'll take a look and see what I can find."
Flashing me a grin, she looked relieved as she quietly murmured, "Thank you."
I got the flashlight out of my car, and checked everything over. Then I pointed at a hose that had split. "Looks like you've got a leak. My shop's not too far from here. If you want to lock it up and leave it here overnight, I'll get it towed over in the morning. Or, you could take it anywhere you want."
"No, if you can fix it, that would be great." Her shoulders sagging, she let out a weary sigh as she stared at the broken hose. "This is all I need. I've just had such a crappy week. I was just out with a bunch of friends for a birthday bash, though I wasn't really in the mood to celebrate. And I sure as heck wasn't expecting this to happen on my way home."
Once I'd closed up the hood and she'd locked up, her voice shook as the rest of her story came tumbling out of her. "My husband left me last week, and now we're getting divorced."
Not sure what to do, I stroked her arm. "I'm sorry to hear that."
She nodded and started to sniffle. "Yeah. The problem was, I wanted kids. He knew that when we got married. But whenever I tried to talk to him about it, he said there was nothing to talk about. I couldn't believe it when he finally admitted that he'd already gone and got the snip. And without even telling me. We had a huge fight and he packed up his stuff and told me it was over. He said he wanted to move on with someone who wasn't a nester. And I've got a pretty strong feeling that whoever she is, he's already been seeing her for a while."
Feeling bad for her, I pulled her in for a hug, and gently stroked my hand over her head, as she let go and cried. "Well, you're a good-looking lady. And I'm sure you won't have any trouble meeting someone else. Someone who'd love to have a child with you," I murmured over her head as she shook in my arms, crying into my shirt.
Sniffling, she pulled back and looked up at me, wiping at her eyes. "The trouble is, I wasted twelve years of my life on that jerk. Now I'm thirty-eight, and I can almost hear my biological clock ticking. I've got a really good job. And I know I could raise a child on my own. I don't really need a man in life, especially if they're all liars like him."
I wasn't sure if I should bring it up or not. But she seemed pretty desperate, and I hated to think of her winding up in bed with the wrong guy. "Well, I've helped out a few friends with uh... situations something like yours."
She looked a little confused, till the lightbulb went on, and she blinked as she stared into my eyes. "You mean, you got them pregnant?"
I nodded. "Yeah. I've got a pretty good success rate, too. Basically, I help out women who want to have children."
She waggled her eyebrows as her gaze shot down to my crotch. "Well, maybe if we drive out in back where it's a little darker, you could take care of me, too."
This would be a first for me, hooking up with a woman I just met, especially out on the street. But given a chance to breed her, and with my cock already hard, I wasn't about to say no.
I drove out in back of the dealership, and we stepped out of my car. Once I had my pants around my ankles and my cock sprang free, I laughed at how big her eyes went when she got her first look at my solid eight inches.
"Oh, wow. That's uh... pretty impressive."
She lifted her gaze back up to my face and asked, "Would you mind if I sucked you off a little first? I've just never seen one so thick and long before. And I'd love to have a taste."
I chuckled. "Is that a trick question?" Like I was going to say no, and tell her I didn't want to feel my cock sliding over her tongue, or see those lush full lips stretched around me.
I tossed my jacket on the ground when I saw she was about to drop to her knees. Figured the least I could do was be a gentleman, since she was offering to blow me.
My eyes flared as I watched her drop down in front of me, and tug the top of her dress down to her waist, freeing her magnificent breasts. She smirked, looking up at me. "Thought I'd give you something to look at while I'm enjoying this," she said as she reached for my cock and started lapping her tongue all around it.
"Oh, fuck yeah," I murmured as she slid me over her tongue while I reached down and toyed with her soft, perky breasts and rock-hard nipples.
"Ooh, you're just so big and thick and hard," she murmured as she slid her hot little tongue all around my pulsing tip.
Sinking my hand into her gorgeous red curls, I gently started thrusting as she sank me deep into her mouth, till I could feel my cockhead hitting the back of her throat.
"Damn, that feels good," I told her, to let her know I was enjoying every last thing she was doing. And I really was, especially when she really started to get into it and sucked me back even deeper. I swear my toes were curling in my shoes, she was getting me so freaking hard that I could feel my balls getting tighter and tighter as I prepared to climax.
A shudder raced through me as I felt it mounting, that wonderfully euphoric sensation, as I got ready to spew a nice heavy load. I could feel a bead of sweat running down my back, my legs shaking as I prepared to explode.
Then I remembered why we were back here -- so I could breed her.
