Insemination Specialist

Nicole was biting her lower lip in that way she had as she listened and nodded. Ted couldn't help but hope. It really looked promising this time.

"Ted, here you go," she said, handing over her phone. "Tell him how much this means to us both." She smiled up at him sweetly.

"Of course, dear." This new unlicensed sperm bank might be their last chance, after the slowdowns and setbacks they'd had at the other places they'd tried. He was just glad the ladies at her office had told her about it. He took a breath and cleared his throat before lifting the phone. "Thank you so much for taking our call," he began. "We've heard such good things..."

"It's alright, Ted," replied the deep voice on the line in a reassuring rumble.

"Oh, you got my name already?"

"Yes, yes. Nicky told me everything."

"Everything?" Nicky? She'd never favored that pet name.

"Ted. It's alright. I got you, okay? We're going to help you out of this tight spot you're in."

"This is really so important to us, as a couple." Ted shook his head. "So important to me. Ever since I found out my sperm count was basically zero, we've been trying everything. The clinics have been a disaster."

"Those clinics are nothing but a lot of red tape, my friend. You'll never get anywhere with them. You come to us, alright? Tomorrow."

Ted nodded along. Now they were really making some progress. "Thank you so much, again. I can't tell you how much this means to me."

"That's great, Ted. Could you put Nicky back on now? Just have a few more details to go over with the mother-to-be."

"Of course, of course. Here you go."

Nicole smiled lingeringly at him as he handed her cell back to her. "Mm-hmm." She nodded a few times, making little sounds of acknowledgement and appreciation, as she wandered off toward the kitchen. It looked like her face was a bit flushed for a moment, before she turned to gaze out the window. She must have been feeling some strong emotions, now that the pregnancy they'd sought for so long was so close. He saw her hand moving lightly over her lower abdomen. "Oh, ah."

Finally she ended the call, eyes twinkling as she nearly jumped up and down with excitement. "We're gonna be a family, Ted! It's finally coming true for us!"

"That's amazing, darling!" He was excited, too. About the prospect of fatherhood, yes, but also because his wife looked so delectable in her happiness. Her face filled the room with light, and her breasts bounced as much as she did, drawing his eye. "I can't wait to have a baby with you."

He took her in an enthusiastic embrace. She was radiantly beautiful this close, like a delicate flower. He placed his lips on hers, and she responded warmly, parting them for him. He felt her tongue touch his own.

"Ahh," she breathed softly into his ear, fingertips dancing up his ribs. He was responding to her. That much of him worked at least. A familiar pressure as she moved against him. "Mmm..."

"I'll be the father of this baby for you," he whispered somberly, as she worked his button and zipper.

"I know you will honey," she said, taking him in cool fingers. He gasped as she tightened her grip around him. "I know you will."

"I--" Ted clenched his teeth. "I really want to make love tonight," he managed, as she slid up and down his member and played tenderly with his cock head.

"Oh honey, right before I go in for an appointment?" She curled her fingers around him and they slipped easily over the pre-cum dribbling down his length. "I think I should keep fresh for the doctor tomorrow, don't you?"

"Of course, dear," he said, clutching at the countertop. "Of--course--"

She played with his balls, tickling and caressing them in her other hand as she continued to fondle his slick cock. "You're going to cum so good for me," she cooed.

"I want to be inside you so badly," he groaned. "Can--can you use your mouth this time? So a part of me will be there, inside you, when we make our baby tomorrow?"

She smiled at him. "Tonight is special," she whispered, sinking down to her knees. "I love you," she said, lips moving moistly against his swollen glans as she spoke, before she began to kiss along his length, licking her warm saliva over his sensitive erection.

"Oh god," he gasped, as her mouth closed over his penis and her tongue moved wetly against him. "I love you so much."

He was getting close. He looked at her soft drooling lips, sliding down his length toward his pubic hair. So close. He was on the edge as her tongue slithered against him. Nicole's fingers were cool upon his shaft as she lifted her mouth and quickly made a fist around him, moving it up and down rapidly with a sound like she was stirring wet pasta.

"Oh fuck--"

Ted's hips bucked uncontrollably and his nearly clear ejaculation dribbled down his cock, spilling over his wife's dainty fingers like bubbly spit. She giggled at the watery mess as she moved her hands.

"I'm sorry honey," she said, looking up at him with those beautiful dark eyes he could have stared into for hours, as she reached for a washcloth. "You know the taste isn't my favorite."

He sighed, overcome with love and appreciation for her. He didn't really want her to put anything she didn't like in her mouth, of course. He loved her.

"I know, dear."

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When Nicole took the downtown exit, and started to navigate tight streets where liquor stores did business through small barred windows and bulky figures in deep hoods huddled in corners and stairways, Ted surreptitiously pushed down the lock on his door. After several turns she pulled the car into an alleyway and shut it off.

"Here we are," she said, taking a deep breath. Ted put his hand on her arm reassuringly.

"This is it," he said, squeezing her wrist. "Today we're going to start our family."

"We're going to start our family," she echoed, getting a far away look and smiling faintly.

They got out and made their way around a chained-up dumpster. Tags were scrawled over the walls in blue and black spray paint. The sperm bank had an unmarked door accessible from the alley. "Is this the place?" Ted asked, looking around, uncertain.

"It should be just through here, honey."

Ted followed her into a little lobby where a young woman peered out at them through a plexiglass window in one wall. She had dark brown skin, with a tall pile of braids wound intricately atop her head and a set of long red nails that clicked against her desk as they came in.

"You the 2:30?" she asked, sounding bored.

"Yes, that's us," chirped Nicole, with a little skip in her step.

The receptionist looked her up and down, before glancing over at Ted. "You're early."

"We just wanted to be sure we'd make it here on time," he said. "We're excited to be doing this, you know, beginning our pregnancy journey."

She arched an eyebrow at him, popping her gum. "Might as well go on back and get into a gown," she said finally to Nicole. "Our insemination specialist will be with you shortly."

"Oh, a specialist," she murmured thoughtfully as they shuffled down the hall.

"What kind of a clinic is this, anyway?" asked Ted quietly. "Sure seems a little..."

"It's unlicensed, honey. You know that."

"I know, but--"

"Here are the gowns. Help me out of these clothes, would you?"

"Of course, dear."

He unzipped her dress in the back and helped her slide it off, holding her hand as she stepped out. He folded it into a neat square and laid it on the metal table beside the rack of hospital gowns as she was stepping out of her shoes.

"Here's my bra," she said, passing him the silky scrap of apparel. He arranged it on top of her dress. She was so lovely, in her tiny white panties, with her body so exposed. Her breasts were perky, perfect handfuls large enough to jiggle and sway with her movements, and topped with dark bumpy areolas and nipples that stuck out like hard pencil erasers. The room was a bit cold. Must have stiffened them up. The sight made him want to seize them in his hands or his teeth and take her right there, but of course that was out of the question here, and besides, he knew her nipples were too sensitive for such rough handling.

Ted knelt beside her and took her panties in his hands, pulling them down slowly. Reverently. He licked his lips as her pristine vulva came into view, just inches from his face. There was a thin strip of hair above, and then her labia were smooth and soft, light pink like the petals of a flower, just barely parted around the darker reddish folds deeper inside. He watched her pale thighs flex as she lifted one foot for him, and then the other.

He held her panties in his hands as he stood back up. Resisting the urge to bring them to his face right there and breathe them in, he folded the lacy material and added them to the small stack of his wife's clothing on the table. She was barefoot and naked, already perusing the gowns.

"Give me a hand with this," she said, slipping into one of the lightweight garments. It was open in the back, with a single string to tie it together just below her shoulder blades. Try as he might, the gown wouldn't close all the way. There was a gap of about six inches between the two sides once he got the string tied, and they hung apart for their full length, swaying with her movements.

"Thanks," she said, smiling over her shoulder at him. He stared as she stepped away from the table. She might as well have still been naked. The gown hung loosely, not reaching her knees, and moved freely around her. The curves of her hips, the full round cheeks of her soft bottom, the tender backs of her upper thighs, all flashed in and out of view as the thin fabric drifted lazily. As she turned he saw that the flimsy gown was held snug against her breasts by the tie in back, with her firm nipples pushing into the material quite prominently.

"Wow, Nicole..."

"It's just a hospital gown, honey. It has to be accessible for the exam."

"Of course."

She turned, making the gown flare out, and her peachy behind came into view so nicely Ted could only lick his lips and swallow. "Besides, I think it looks kind of nice, don't you?"

"Well, yes, but--"

"I want to look nice for the doct--I mean for the insemination specialist. Don't you think I should?"

He stared at her, not quite sure why that should be of any particular concern.

A door swung open further down the hall and in walked a tall man in dark denim jeans and a white button-up shirt. He had chiseled features with a shaved head and black skin, smooth and shiny across his scalp. His crisp shirt was open enough at the top to reveal a toned chest and broad collarbones. His sleeves were unbuttoned as well and pushed haphazardly up thick, well muscled forearms.

"It was a great party," he was saying into his phone as he strode up to the couple. It was the same deep voice Ted had talked with before. "I was happy to be there for Addie's first birthday, and now we've got little Billy's third to look forward to in three months!" His low chuckle was like boulders tumbling down a distant mountainside. "Well, they're all going to be three months apart if you keep enlisting my services every time I come out for one of their birthdays!"

"What?" mumbled Ted with a glance at his wife, who looked intrigued.

"Gotta let you go now," the man said into his phone before slipping it into a pocket. He turned to the couple with a smile, bright white teeth gleaming between dark lips. "Nicky." He took her hand, swallowing it up in his much larger one. "Ted." One of those hands fell heavily upon Ted's shoulder. "I'm Victor. It's great to finally meet you both in person. Let's head down this way."

"Do many of the women who get inseminated here end up coming back?" asked Nicole, gazing up at him a little bit wide eyed.

"Oh yes. As a matter of fact most of our clients return for more inseminations after the first time. I've got some big families under my wing." He beamed with pride. "Surrogate, of course."

Victor was guiding them down the hall as he spoke, with that big hand warm on Ted's shoulder. He saw that the man was resting the other one casually on Nicole's back, touching her bare skin where the gown hung apart. Ted opened his mouth but didn't get a chance to say anything, as he was still trying to decide how to begin when Victor's deep voice resumed.

"We find that a comfortable insemination environment helps the procedure go smoothly, and leads to more successful outcomes," he said as he led them into a room. Ted saw his hand slide further down the curve of Nicole's back, until it sat just above the cleft of her naked ass. Her soft skin dimpled around the man's fingertips slightly as he ushered her through the open door. Ted could hardly believe what he was seeing, as that large hand, so dark against his wife's creamy white flesh, moved familiarly over her bare bottom, slowly, casually, guiding her forward.

"That's why we don't use hospital beds in our exam rooms," Victor finished.

Ted saw what he meant. The room was large and pleasant, with a couple of chairs and a sofa. The center was dominated by a king size bed, made up with silky white sheets and pillowcases, and no other coverings. Victor was guiding Nicole onto the bed, helping her up with her hand held gently in his.

"There you go, Nicky," he said softly, not looking away from her eyes as he laid her down on her back, settling her onto a pillow. The hospital gown was spread out, laid across her like a small sheet that reached only a short way down her thighs. "We'll just do an initial exam before taking any further steps."

Ted felt his mouth, dry and papery, working in silence as the tall man sat beside his wife on the edge of the bed and reached over her legs to take the hem of her flimsy gown and slowly lift it up--up her thighs, up past her hips, just beginning to reveal her smooth vulva, pink and glistening with moisture.

"I'll be examining the external genitalia to begin with," explained Victor, as he laid his hand on Nicole's knee and deftly maneuvered it outward, so her leg was splayed to one side. His hand slid up her thigh until his fingers reached her exposed pussy, and prodded at her labia, pushing first one and then the other aside, to reveal a swollen nub just beginning to peek free of its wrinkly pink hood, all shiny and wet, which he circled lightly with a saliva slickened thumb. The man ran his fingertips through her growing wetness, smearing it over her damp lips, and held them apart with his other hand as he slipped a thick digit just barely inside her opening, probing her inner walls in an exploratory way.

"I'm beginning an internal palpation," he continued. Ted saw Nicole's eyes close and heard her make a small gasp, panting softly.

"Now just a minute," objected the young husband, getting a little concerned about the general vibe of the place. "I thought this was going to be like a sperm bank, you know?" He waved his hands a bit. "Aren't there any, I don't know, catalogs of donors for us to look through?"

Victor gave a warm rumbling laugh and stood up to clap him on the back, leaving Nicole with her gown folded over her navel, her bare pussy shiny and exposed.

"No, no, all the sperm's right here, Ted," he said, using his other hand to heft what appeared to be something quite substantial through the denim of his pants. Ted gulped nervously and noticed his wife on the bed staring at the bulge the insemination specialist had taken hold of. She was nibbling softly at her lower lip again, watching him shake it for emphasis as he added, "We save a lot on storage this way!"

Ted chuckled along weakly, starting to feel sick. Just what had Nicole been talked into, he wondered angrily. Someone must have given her the wrong idea about this place.

"Come on now, really?"

"Of course, Ted," said Victor amiably in his deep, comforting voice. "No need to worry yourself about anything. I'll take care of it all right here, alright?"

Why did that sound so reassuring? Ted shook his head to clear it. This was spiraling out of control, far too quickly for his liking. "I don't think this is going to work out for us," he said. "Right, dear?"

After she didn't reply for a moment, he turned to look at her. "Right, dear?"

"But, we've been trying so hard to get pregnant," she replied slowly, sitting up a little. Her gown did not fall back down to cover her. She was looking relaxed, reclining on the bed, naked below her waist. "We were both so excited about it earlier."

"That's right," added Victor. He smiled widely as he guided the fretting prospective father toward a sofa. "Don't you remember how important you said this was to you yesterday?"

"Yes," Ted grimaced, "yes, but--"

"But what, honey?" asked Nicole, leaning on an elbow on the bed, her gown bunched up near her belly button. "What's the problem?"

"He's--" He looked around helplessly, sinking down onto the seat. "You're--"

Nicole looked confused, but Ted saw Victor's face begin to harden. "I think I know what this is about," the man said, sounding somewhere between angry and hurt. "Why don't you just come out and say it, Ted?"

"What? No, I--"

"It's because I'm black, isn't that right?"

Nicole's face shifted through shock and into outrage. "Ted! How could you?"

"No! No, it's not like that at all!" He held up his hands placatingly. "I'm not a racist. I've been to a protest, even."

"That's true," said Nicole. "He came along when I marched with the women in my office."

"Oh you're an ally, Ted?" Victor's voice dripped with sarcasm. "But you have qualms all of a sudden, here, when you see the color of my skin?"

"No, it's just--" Ted sighed. "It'll just be so obvious the father was--"

"Obvious what? The father was black?"

"No, no! Obvious it wasn't me."

Nicole's expression softened a little. "Honey." She was sitting up. "Everyone already knows the father isn't going to be you, remember? We told our parents we were going to clinics. I asked my friends about this place."

"I know, I know," he said miserably. "But now,

everyone

will know. Strangers we pass walking on the street. Other parents at the park. Anyone we meet."

Victor's face went from hard to stony. "That's fucked up, man. You asked for help getting your wife pregnant. You asked for another man's sperm. Now you don't want it from a black man?" He glared. Ted looked at Nicole and she was on the verge of tears.

"No! No, of course I want you to help us--"

"Then relax, Ted." Victor walked back toward the bed where Nicole was waiting, unbuttoning his shirt. "Relax and have a seat while I do my work." He shrugged it off to reveal large, powerful shoulders, like bundled stones wrapped in soft leather. Muscles slithered down the man's back like serpents, sinuous beneath his skin as he pulled his shirt free of his tight jeans and tossed it aside. His abs looked like they would snap the waistband straining to contain them at the slightest flex.

"But, you're going to produce a sample and then use a syringe to inseminate, right?" asked Ted, worried.

"I'm afraid not, my friend," Victor replied, unzipping the jeans and pushing them down his sculpted hips. He'd already stepped out of his loafers. He was free of socks or underwear or anything that might slow down the process of becoming naked. "We've found insemination through intercourse has the highest rate of success. The body has a host of important natural processes that aren't activated by artificial methods."

His skin was a deep russet beneath the blue denim. The man's legs uncoiled like industrial springs as he stepped free of the jeans and got onto the bed, heavy balls swinging pendulously between them. His thick cock hung like there was a great weight to it, like a bulky iron chain wrapped in soft black velvet. But for all that it still moved on its own, coming alive as he crawled closer to Ted's nearly nude wife, rising up like a cobra. The wide head emerged from its dark sleeve and glared, swollen and purple, hovering above Nicole's legs ominously, and brushing against her thighs for a moment as he settled onto the bed alongside her. Ted saw a thin trail of liquid left on her skin where Victor's cock had dragged over it.