Michaels Side Job

Michael got home from work to his studio apartment at 6:00pm, exhausted. He was 24 years old and in his first year of teaching high school English. He always wanted to be a teacher, and it was his passion, but he was currently hating life at the moment.

The pay sucked. He had a bachelors degree in English education with a music minor, and a master's degree in reading literacy. He worked long hours, tutored after school for peanuts, and had no social life. And he was barely pushing at making 40,000 per year.

He put his TV dinner in the microwave, and of course the microwave quit working. "Fuck," he said, and he immediately ordered take out, even though he was broke.

"This is what I get for wanting to be a teacher?" He thought bitterly. He absolutely loved his job, but he was struggling paying the bills. He even had to have his grandmother chip in to pay the deposit on his shitty apartment.

After his Chinese food was delivered (comfort food) Michael decided to check his professional networking account. Maybe another employer could provide him a part time job at least, so he could cover the bills. He hated the thought of having his grandmother help him out again.

When he opened the site, he saw a message. "Hmm, maybe this can be my much needed break." He thought.

The first thing that came to his mind was that this proposal was for an online teaching job or maybe editorial work, but it was far from that.

He read the message "NI sperm donors wanted at the Sungate clinic. Click the link to enquire within."

He had to google what a "NI sperm donor" was, and his mouth gaped. Surely this place couldn't be serious. But then he looked at the "rates" for services. 150.00 per insemination, or 500.00 for a monthly commitment per client.

Well, that was a hell of lot more he was getting for tutoring 1 hour after school (at 50.00 extra measly dollars per week, before taxes) and he began to get intrigued. He never thought he could even be considered a job like the, and he still thought it was a joke, but he submitted his information to the employer anyway, mostly just to see what the response would be.

"This is stupid," he muttered, and turned on the TV. He watched Rupaul's drag race until he fell asleep on the couch.

The next morning was a Saturday, and Michael woke up around noon. He was still exhausted, totally forgetting about his submission to the Sungate Clinic the night before. But then he checked his phone, and it had a message from the professional networking site.

"Hello Michael, this is Cheryl, the office manager at the Sungate Clinic. We would like for you to come in for an interview. Please call the number at the end of this email if you are interested."

Michael still thought his proposition was bogus. I mean, he would be used to help people get pregnant, the natural way? And get paid for it? And why him? Although he admittedly had a breeding fetish, his previous boyfriends and girlfriends (he was bi) got off on that sort of thing, but to do it for real? He was still skeptical, but he wrote back to Cheryl that he was interested. After all, bitch needed the money, desperately.

Cheryl asked if he could make it to 2:00pm interview, and Michael responded with a "yes." He still thought this was joke, but his mind was intrigued, and he wanted to see what this place was all about.

The office space was small, but it was well decorated with very modern fixtures. A woman who he assumed was Cheryl sat at a desk. Michael took a few breathes and entered the space, not knowing what the hell he was getting into.

"Hello, can I help you?" Cheryl asked. She looked to be in her 60s but had a very friendly smile.

"Um, yes I Michael Bate. I have an...interview?" He sputtered out.

"Oh, yes, Michael! They are waiting for you. This way". Cheryl led him down a hallway to what looked like a meeting room.

Michael entered, and was instructed to sit down by another woman, who introduced herself as Dr. Assif. She had a man sitting next to her, who was wearing a white lab coat.

"Hello Michael, nice to meet you!" Dr. Assif stated, and acknowledged the man sitting next to her as her husband.

"Hello." Michael simply said. "So you're clinic. The Sungate Clinic... is?"

Dr. Assif cut him off. "I know you have apprehensions. I can see it in your eyes. But this is a legit clinic, that provides sperm donors to clients. Natural insemination is what we specialize, which is what people come to us for. We mostly deal with people that have gone the IVF route with no success, but we also service a lot of clients that turn to us that can't afford surrogacy or IVF."

Michael thought for a bit. "I see, but why did you contact me? I didn't even know that this was a thing."

"We screen professional networking accounts. Cheryl, our secretary, does the scouting. We then offer the job opportunity to people like you, who is someone people want out of a sperm donor. Smart, educated, and clearly, healthy."

Michael thought of her response, and although he wasn't a muscle gym rat, he took care of himself. He was 5'9, 150 pounds, with light brown hair, hazel eyes, and glasses.

Dr Assif said "we of course will screen you for health reasons, blood tests, sperm count and so on."

"But I wear glasses, won't that be a deterrent?"

"In our experience, no. Most of our clients will like the fact you have multiple degrees and a teacher. And I'm sure your IQ..."

Michael cut her off. "Ok, I'm interested. So the pay. How does that work? And how is that arranged?"

Mr. Assif, the other person in the room, then spoke up "We will arrange everything internally. The donor contact, and pay. We will get a cut, of course. But you will get paid monthly for each client that we feel will be a good fit. It would be three inseminations, per client, during their peak ovulation time. We will provide you with vitamins to help with sperm count, and arrange for you to meet with clients if they will feel like you'd be a good fit. My wife is a fertility doctor, and I specialize in the lab work part of things. This is a bit of side job for us, but we started it because of the need. We just aim to help people achieve pregnancy."

Mrs. Assif then said, "so, if you are interested, we can screen you today, and start setting up sessions as soon as possible. I see you are a teacher, so we can tell clients that afternoons and evenings should be ok, and weekends. What do you think?"

Michael shrugged. An extra 500.00 each month? That would cover over half his rent his rent. And that was for one client.

"I tutor until 4:00pm each day, so I guess I'd be available by 5:00pm. And sure, I'll do it. And I'm free on weekends. I'm single, so that's no problem."

"Excellent!" Dr Assif said, and told him to call her Audrey. Her husband was Kimir.

"Let's get you screened and get paperwork started, and Cheryl will contact you when we have a match. And if its okay, we would like to make a profile of you, so we will need your picture."

"Um, sure."

"Great! Thank you Michael. You won't be disappointed, and you will be helping people in more ways than you could imagine."

Michael drove home, processing everything. "I can do this right?" He thought to himself, but there was no harm in trying.

It took three weeks for Cheryl to contact him. She was apparently the middle man in matching the donors with clients. It was 4:05pm on a Monday, and he was just leaving school.

"Hi Michael! Its Cheryl. We have a couple thats eager to meet you. The wife starts ovulating tomorrow, and would like to meet you at a local coffee shop later today. Here is the address. Can you be there by 5:00pm? I know you just got out of school. Their names are Amber and Willard Jacobson"

"Hi Cheryl, and yes. Its not far. I'll be there by 5:00pm"

"Great! I'll let them know."

Michael was shaking by the time he pulled into the coffee shop at 4:55pm. Cheryl said they would be sitting in a corner table, and gave him information about what they looked like. He took a moment to center himself before he entered the shop, and walked in.

There was no-one sitting at any tables there, except a couple in a corner. The woman looked very tall, probably taller than him, with long black hair. The man looked much older and was holding her hand. He stared at them, and then they waved enthusiastically until he approached them. He assumed they recognized him from his profile.

"Hello, Mr and Mrs Jacobson?"

"You must be Michael!" Willard stated.

"Um yes I am. Cheryl contacted me."

"Well I'm glad she did! And I'm glad you could come meet us"

Michael sat down, and Amber asked him if would like a coffee. He eagerly said yes, and requested a flat white. She rubbed his shoulder when she got up and went to the barista.

Willard smiled a big smile. He had perfect white teeth, white hair, and was wearing a suit. This couple seemed to come from money. Michael was interested.

"We got the contract from Cheryl," Willard said. "And we viewed your profile. You look very similar to me when I was your age, and we liked your appearance, you look like one of my sons from my previous marriage."

Michael swallowed. "Oh, ok, well I appreciate your interest in having me...help you guys out."

"I'm going to be honest. I'm almost 70, and Amber is 32. She, well WE want a baby. But my swimmers aren't cutting it. We tried IVF, and it didn't work. This is our last resort. We know Audrey Assif from my days of being a pediatrician. But, I'm getting ready to retire, and we would like to start raising a child together."

Michael nodded slowly, and looked at the hurt in Willard's eyes. "I will help you."

It was clear that Amber was not his first wife. But he got a very good vibe from them, and they chatted for almost an hour about Michael, his goals, and their interests. Amber's eyes were gleaming the entire time and never stopped smiling. The Jacobsons then invited Michael over to their house the next night, at 5:00pm (so he could accommodate getting out of school) and told Cheryl that the session was on.

Michael arrived to the Jacobson's at 4:55pm. He was a creature of habit, always arriving early. He remained in his car until 4:59pm and then got out of the car to go to their front door. This place was a mansion. His mouth gaped open when his eyes looked at the shear size of this house. He rang the doorbell.

Amber answered, "Hello Michael, come in! I'm sure you haven't had dinner yet, so let us treat you."

Michael was admittedly hungry, the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he scarfed down during his lunch at 10:30am was long gone. Willard was in the kitchen, apparently he made the meal.

"Michael!" Willard said, approaching Michael with a big hug. "We made beef stroganoff, I hope you like it. You're gonna need your energy for later." He smirked, looking longingly at his wife.

"Um, it smells great!" Michael said. "And yes, I'm starving."

Michael noticed that Amber was at least 5 inches taller than him. Willard was about his height. But, Amber was also wearing heels, and a very revealing outfit. A short black dress with her perky boobs halfway exposed.

"Ha," Michael thought to himself. Those boobs will probably sag after he knocked her up, gave birth, and she stopped breast feeding, but her husband is loaded. He imagined Amber with a boob job with tits bigger than they were now, and his cock got hard. But at this point, it was time for dinner and he sat at this incredibly large table in their dining room.

During dinner, all parties ate, drank some wine, and Willard picked Michael's brain about poetry. Michael revealed himself as a nerd, chatting about 20th century poets with Willard. This actually turned both Amber and Willard on, and Michael then moved his gaze to one of the paintings that was hanging in the dining room.

"That painting is beautiful. It reminds me of Dali. Where did you get it?" Michael said.

Amber thought she would cream right there in her pants. "Its actually one of mine," she said. "I'm an artist."

Michael smiled at her and said "Its wonderful."

Amber then stood and looked at her husband. "I think its time, Willard. Are you ready Michael? To give us a baby?"

The reality of the situation, and EVERYTHING finally hit him. This was for real. He was being used for his seed to impregnate a married woman, with her husband's consent. He instantly got hard.

"Yes, I am. I want to help you."

"Ok," Amber said, "lets go to the bedroom."

The three of them went into what looked like a guest bedroom, but it was larger than Michael's studio apartment. Willard sat in a chair at the corner of the room, and Amber started to undress.

"I hope you don't mind me being here," Willard said. "The clinic said your were bi, and would be ok with..."

"Its fine." Michael said, mesmerized by Amber's beautiful figure. She was naked now, and looking at him very seductively. His raging boner had pitched a tent through his dress pants.

"Now its your turn you nerd stud. Drop em." Amber simply said, and Michael stripped naked. His 7 inch cock stood straight out.

"Can we both give you a blowjob" Willard said, a little apprehensive. He was still clothed.

Michael smirked. "Yes, but only if you get naked too. It would only be fair."

Truth be told, Michael was not only attracted to Amber, but also Willard. When he stripped, Michael noticed a very fit body for an older man and that made his erection swell.

Amber and Willard had Michael lay flat on the bed, and they took turns sucking his cock. Michael moaned, and put his hand under Amber's pussy to get her aroused.

Willard was still sucking Michael's dick when Amber started to position herself to ride Michael. Michael's eyes grew wide as Willard held on to his cock at the base, helping insert it into his wife. Amber lowered himself onto him, and started to ride.

Willard was stroking his own cock. "Put your tit in his face sweetie, I think he likes that."

Amber did was she was told and put her boobs on Michael's face. He started sucking her nipples, one boob at a time. Willard looked at Michael's ball sack and decided to help with the process. He lubed up his hand and started to massage the young mans balls.

"Give us a baby Michael. Come on, come in her. You can do it. Flood her pussy."

Amber started to shake, and sank down low on Michael's dick. His head was definitely pushing against her cervix.

"Im, Im coming!" Michael shouted, and shot rope after rope of hot baby batter into Amber's pussy. Willard kept massaging his balls until he was finished.

Amber and Michael stayed put for a while. Amber was reluctant to get off quickly, because of Michael's cum dripping out, so she stayed as low as she could on his cock.

After a few minutes, Willard told her to quickly get off and lay on her back. She did just that, and Willard stared to eat her out.

Michael stroked himself as he watched the spectacle, and Amber had one of the biggest orgasms in her life. She smiled when she knew that Michael's sperm was on its way to her egg.

"I love you, Amber," Willard stated. And Amber motioned for him to kiss her.

Michael repeated the process for the next two days. The Jacobsons were incredible hosts. At the end of the month, he saw a deposit for 500.00 in his checking account. And then, a week later, Cheryl told him that Amber was pregnant. With twins. They were ecstatic. Michael then realized this was a great job to make extra money, and was excited for his next client.