The woman across the table was on the younger side of middle aged, attractive, and at least partly asian in descent. Her figure was well shaped, with a bit of plump lushness that hinted at full bodied passion in everything she did. That figure was encased in a sheer black dress, stopping just short of mid-thigh. Her long, slim legs were highlighted by black stockings that ended in sexy laced heels that made one think of bondage whenever they were viewed. She was speaking.
"We've been trying to have a baby, but so far no luck. I've even been taking fertility treatments, but unfortunately, all that's done is make me hornier than ever. Danny here is useless. His little prick barely gets me off, and he certainly hasn't been able to get me pregnant. We're looking for a real man to do the job."
I couldn't quite believe she'd just said that with her husband sitting right next to her, but his silence told me not only was it true, it wasn't even the half of it. He was a meek looking man, tall but gangly, with womanlike hands and wrists like twigs. His handshake when we met was like holding a dead fish, limp and slightly moist. I had to wipe my hand after to rid myself of the sensation. I always found it funny that bitchy women would go after a "man" they could browbeat into submission, but then complain when he turned out to be nothing but a pansy and a wimp when they really needed him.
Myself, I am six feet tall, well muscled and big. I'm built like a lumberjack, with strength built from work and not spending time on machines at the gym. I have a natural presence that tends to dominate any room I'm in. At first impression women think I'm too domineering, but when they get the urge for a real man, I'm often who think of as their gold standard.
This little bitch was stuck up, bossy, and hotter than her little nerd of a husband had any business being with. The hangdog look on his face and his silence told me he was humiliated by this whole conversation, but unwilling to do anything to jeopardize his hot little wife leaving him.
"Ok" I said "Here's the deal. I've got kids, I know I'm fertile as a bull, and hung like one to boot. I'll get you pregnant, but I'm not going in for any artificial insemination. I'll knock you up the real way, put my load right in you. You'll spend the night at my place the three days you're most fertile, and do what I tell you. Your husband will drop you off, then leave and I'd better not see him again until the morning of the fourth day. You'll also bring me twenty grand in cash, which I'll hold on to during those three days. If you're going through fertility treatments, I know you've got the money."
"If you don't follow my every instruction during those three days, I'm keeping the cash. If you think you're going to get knocked up once and leave, I'm keeping the cash. If you do everything I tell you then at the end of the three days I'll give you the money back, minus a small fee for my services. You'll also sign a waiver of child support or any parental obligation on my part before we begin. Agreed?"
The look on her face told me she was a bit scared by my demands, and slow to answer. Probably she thought she was going to fuck me once or twice and get out of there with her new baby in her womb. The way she was squirming in her seat also told me she was turned on by the whole thing and was going to agree to everything I'd just said.
About three weeks later I could hear the crunch of tires on gravel as a car slowly pulled down the long driveway to my rural cabin. The road was rutted, snow worn to a slush by the tires of my truck as I'd gotten the cabin ready for our little tryst. Nearby pines, their branches heavy with snow screened the view of the main road almost a mile from my door. Their car stopped, and I opened the cabin door and waited. I pointed a thick, calloused finger at her in the passenger seat, then stabbed it back towards the cabin. I wanted her, I had no reason for her timid little husband to get out of the car.
She got out wearing exactly what I had told her in some follow up emails. The same shoes she wore the night we met, high heeled, open toed and laced up over the foot and around the ankle. She was wearing black tights again, this time thigh-highs with garters holding them up. The silky black baby doll negligee she was wearing stopped just short of the stocking tops, and her breasts were cupped beneath and thrust upwards, nipples only half covered and stiffly rigid in the below freezing air.
She wrapped her arms around her chest, trying to cover herself and stay warm at the same time. She took quick mincing steps towards the stairs, her feet sinking in the several inches of deeper snow that had built up. A gust of wind blew up, lifting her negligee and showing me she was wearing the sheer black thong I had told her to buy, and showing the rounded curve of her ass cheeks as she trotted up to door.
"God, it's FREEZING out here. Get out of the way and let me in. I'm gonna freeze in this stupid outfit you put me in." she complained.
I stood in front of her, silent for a few more seconds blocking the door. Another shiver shook her all over and a look of pleading came into her eyes. I slowly moved aside, and stared back at the car as she slipped past me, leaving her husband behind without a backwards glance. I stepped inside and very deliberately closed the heavy wooden door and set the locks.
She was standing in front of the fireplace, warming herself on the large fire I had built up earlier. The cabin was toasty warm, between the fireplace and the wood burning stove it was actually too warm for the heavy jeans, flannel shirt, and workboots I was in. In fact, the inside of the cabin was about eighty degrees, more than warm enough for bare skin, which in fact is what I had planned for most of the next few days.
"Do you have the money?" I asked?
"I do. It's in here." She said, as she pushed a small clutch purse she'd been holding in one hand towards me.
