My first semester on campus had been tough, and I was seriously considering dropping out. I couldn't keep up with the demand of a full class schedule and a full time job, so I was prepared to make a serious decision when a friend of mine asked me to dinner at the nicest place in town. I tried to order the cheapest thing on the menu, but she refused. With a twinkle in her eye, she said, "it's on me. I just got paid!"
During dinner, we talked about classes and our shared love of yoga. We complained about professors and boyfriends. I complained about work- long hours, low pay, annoying managers. Then I realized, I really had no idea what she did to pay bills. I didn't have to ask.
"Basically, Marissa, you're buying dinner tonight. I work at an agency, and if I refer a friend this month, I get a hundred bucks as a bonus! Please, go talk to them!"
I was considering dropping out of college. Modeling in my underwear, or whatever it was that Celia did for this agency had to be worth it. I went the following day to an interview in a tiny office building. The questions were much more detailed than I expected, especially concerning my sexual history. That was easy- none. They even wanted to know whether I had given or received oral sex. I was shocked and hoped I wasn't signing up to do porn. In a few minutes, a young woman took me into the conference room with an armful of pamphlets. My head began to swim as soon as she started talking.
"Good news, Marissa! You passed our initial screening. We want to buy your eggs." I was reeling, but she kept talking. "We are unique in the industry and can pay top dollar for your cells, because we never freeze your eggs, and they are much more viable for pregnancies."
I left the office with stacks of paper, a sample contract, a web address, and an appointment to get a full medical screening. I went to the web first. There, a questionnaire took my details and delivered a total payout based on my input. I would get the most pay if I would agree to a six-month contract, renewable up to three times. My lack of sexual experience, birth control, and substance use increased the value of my eggs. I could choose medically-induced ovulation or fresh extraction. While there were more eggs sold in the first option, the second was less invasive and paid more per egg. Plus, with a completed health screening that was scheduled for the next day, I would receive a thousand dollar retainer fee for signing the contract. It really was a no-brainer.
And for three months, twelve days, and eight hours, I thought I had made the right decision. Now, as it was time to fulfill my contract, I wasn't so sure.
My bedroom door opened gently. Kelly approached me, giving me a hug with tears in her eyes. "Thank you, Marissa. So much. Thank you. I'll see you in the morning." She kissed my forehead like she was my own mother and left the room. I saw her headlights leaving the driveway and then heard the foot steps racing up the stairs. I trembled; I wasn't ready for this.
"Marissa, please sit down. I know you're nervous, but this will be great. After, we'll get pizza and watch a movie-my treat! It won't be long."
Dave sat down on the bed next to me. He was an enormous man and I fell into his chest as his weight created an indent in the mattress. He chuckled and pushed me up by the shoulders, "eager, are we?" I didn't laugh. In fact, I had tears in my eyes as he reached over to hug me. Dave was not cruel. He was a loving husband who just wanted his wife to be happy, but she wanted children. After a car accident when she was in college, she had to have her hemorrhaging uterus removed in an emergency surgery. That was before she even met Dave. Children weren't important to her, until they were, and then I came into the picture. Their surrogate. With live implantation. An extra $500 in my pocket that I had willingly agreed to, not realizing what it was I was selling. And now it was time to pay up.
Dave looked me in the eye and told me that I was totally in control. We could stop at any time. He promised to be quick and gentle. I nodded and forced a smile. Dave pulled my sweats down a bit and began to position me on the bed for penetration. As he sat up to unbuckle his belt, he glanced at me, sadness in his eyes. "Marissa, this isn't right. This is the first time you've ever had sex, and it should be special. I'm making a baby tonight, and I want it to be memorable! We can't just do it this way. I'm not even hard. No offense, but this is so unsexy."
He stormed out of the room, frustrated. In moments, he returned with one of Kelly's red dresses. He asked me to dress as if for a fun night on the town. "And Marissa, go heavy on the makeup. The sexier, the better." I heard clanging from kitchen as I cried into my pillow . . . things could be worse.
Dinner was done and the table was set as I stepped down the stairs after dressing. It was a light meal of soup and shrimp cocktail, but I could still only poke at my plate. Throughout the meal, we chatted about our lives. I'd been living here a week-waiting for my ovulation and getting to know the family. Dave watched the TV behind my head, looking intently at the figures while the sound was muted. Dave looked hungrier and hungrier each minute. When he stood to clear the table, I noticed the enormous bulge in his khakis. He saw me notice and said, "Marissa, touch me." For the first time in my life, I reached over and felt a man's dick. Immediately, I snatched my hand away. It was so much harder than I imagined it would be. And bigger, too. Dave could read the shock on my face and grinned. He placed the dishes in the sink, gently grabbed my elbow, and led me to the couch.
I saw that Dave had been watching piles of women's bodies on the television. The sound was still off, but I knew now that it was porn. No wonder Dave was so aroused. He told me to pick a woman onscreen, and promised to do everything to me that was being done to her.
I hesitated, pulled away, pushed his shoulder. But he just hugged me close again and whispered, "I want you to enjoy this, honey. I want to make you come. Look at that beautiful brunette with the tiny, tiny chest. She looks a bit like you. Watch her, and feel what she feels. He lowered me into the couch, and I watched the actress, tears in my eyes.
Dave undressed me. Slowly. The actress was already nude and being screwed with a dildo by a black woman onscreen while a woman with blonde hair massaged her breasts. Dave traced his hands up my ribs and began to gently rub the sides of my breasts. The sound was off on TV, so Dave narrated.
"I'm going to get your nipples nice and hard before I nibble them gently. Soon, they'll be full of milk that I will stuck from you. Oh Marissa, how much I want to drink from you now. I will fill you with my seed and plant my child in you. It's happening tonight. So soon. I can feel you trembling. In moments, you'll be trembling across my cock as I shoot my come into you."
As promised, he bent down to take my nipples, first one and then the other, into his mouth. He rolled them across his teeth and bit gently. I watched the actress as she started to eat the black woman's pussy. Dave sat up, pulled me into his lap.
"Just like on TV," he said, withdrawing his gigantic dick from his pants. I started licking and groaned. Somehow, he also grew. He pulled my hands up to him and closed my fingers around his shaft. Or, he tried. With both hands, I was able to circle his entire shaft. Barely. I was terrified to feel him inside of me. I couldn't imagine how this giant flesh would ever enter me.
It was bigger than my fist, tapered on the end like a massive pencil, but rounded off like a bullet. He begged me to put him in my mouth, but honestly I couldn't stretch my lips enough. And the length! I grabbed the base of his cock to keep him from trying to force down my throat, and the head reached past my elbow. I was being asked to open to something as big as my arm! I had only ever put my index finger inside of myself, and it sometimes hurt. I couldn't kiss Dave's dick anymore because I was tearing up and my nose was running.
Again pushing me by the shoulders, this time into the carpet, Dave apologized. "I'm so sorry, Marissa. I can't wait any longer. I'll try to be easy on you."
His hands went up my arms until he was holding both wrists in his left hand. He put all his weight on my hands and held me to the floor. His knees pushed my thighs open, and I watched him lick his two fingers. I felt those two fingers tracing my slit gently, first one and then two. I was scared to feel him enter me, but he did not. Instead, he rubbed my clit. I shuddered and he laughed. His two fingers spread my lips, opening me to him. His cockhead centered over my pussy, and I instinctively let out a tiny scream.
The next sensation was entirely unexpected as he used his fingers to pull my lips open further, wrapping me around the outside of his dick. I was so full. No part of my vagina was touching itself. I felt the pressure next.
Dave leveraged himself against my body and I felt his entire force against me. He pushed up with his arms and deeper with his cock. Frantically, I pushed against his torso with my hands, but it was pointless. I was terrified. He wasn't fitting inside me.
Dave released a bit and pushed again. I felt more of myself open to him, but he had still not penetrated me. His eyes were both excited and frustrated. He became more insistent as he repeatedly worked himself into and out of my inner pussy lips. Finally, when he could move about an inch either way, he fully extended his arms. Pulling his knees closer to my ass, he spread my own legs painfully wide. He grabbed his throbbing cock with his right hand and steadied himself with his left, planting it on my breast and squeezing me so hard. I cried out in pain, but Dave seemed possessed. He pushed off my breast and used his hand to push his penis inside me.
His cock entered my pussy and instantly, I felt like my pelvis was breaking around him. My asshole was burning as all of my skin attempted to open for him. It was no use. As he pushed father and inserted his entire head into me, I felt the knife-like sensation at the back of my entrance as my skin split around him. He looked at me, also in pain from the pulling skin, and lost control again. This time, his hand reached up to my neck. He held my neck to gain leverage, then used his hand to force himself deeper. Just as I thought I would pass out, he pulled up again. A bit at a time, he repeatedly inched into me. Our juices started to lubricate my opening, so I didn't tear more. I was still throbbing in pain, but not agony. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he hit a wall. Dave's eyes shot open as he realized what he was feeling. I thought he was as deep as possible, but he had only worked three inches of his enormous penis into me. A primal hunger came over him.
