Client 2

Walking into the lobby of a high-rise office building, I feel a bit out of place, despite my work outfit.

I received an email from Dr. Somner this morning, stating he had found another client, as well as already setting up an appointment for today.

Luckily the location is a 10-minute walk from where I work. So here I am, on my lunch break, walking up to building security.

I give them my name and ID. They type on the keyboard, handing me a visitors pass, they point me to the elevator bays. I read the pass; it says the 50th floor.

Stepping out of the elevator, I walk towards a set of glass doors. I hear the release of the magnetic strip holding the door closed as I reach it.

"Hello, my name is Jenny, who are you here to see?" the receptionist says with a smile on her face.

I give her my information; she makes a quick phone call. "You are all set, right down this corridor, she is in the corner office."

I thank her and head down the way she pointed. Knocking on the door, I hear a woman saying to enter.

There behind the desk is Jeanine Osterman, The CEO of a major pharmaceutical company in the country. Her glasses framing her face, light brown hair down to her shoulders. She has very striking features, she would not be considered hot, but in no way unattractive, striking is the best way to describe.

With piercing blue eyes behind her glasses, she looks up at me, obviously sizing me up. "Mr. Hanover, come have a seat, we need to make this quick, I have a meeting in 45 minutes."

I take the offered seat and wait for Ms. Osterman to finish what she is doing. She then turns towards me, lowering her glasses to her desk. "Now Mr. Hanover, please explain why Dr. Somner thought you would be able to assist me."

"Umm... Well... I really don't know, seeing as how I don't really know why I am here." I explain to her.

"I see Dr. Somner failed to explain the situation," She sighs. "The short version is, I am seeking an heir, however I do not have the time to deal with a fertility clinic, I am seeking a guarantee, the old fashion way."

"Well..." I clear my throat. "I have a condition that makes my seed extremely potent, my doctor even stated I could get a woman pregnant even if she is on birth control, But I doubt that is possible. The amount of my ejaculation could be considered ridiculous. The final possible reason is my enhanced libido, I am ready to perform very quickly."

She tilts her head, a skeptical look on her face. "What does a ridiculous production mean exactly?"

"Last time I measured, it was 6 cups." I state, not inflated in any way.

"I find that hard to believe, there is no information anywhere about someone expelling that much semen." She raises an eyebrow.

"Well... I have no way to prove it, so I guess you will have to take my word." I answer her.

She places her finger to her red lips for a moment. "Come over here Mr. Hanover." She points to the side of her desk. I do so, facing her. "Drop your pants."

My eyes go wide, "What.... I.... Umm..." I start to stutter.

"It is very simple; you will jack off and show me how much you expel." She states simply, a skeptical look on her face.

I shake my head, "that is not a good idea. I will make a huge mess. I think it is best I just leave." I start to turn. She quickly reaches out, grabbing the waist band of my sweatpants, yanking them down, my cock springing free, hard as a rock. I don't wear boxers, since it is too uncomfortable.

"Ms. Osterman, What.... Oh fuck..." I moan softly, as I feel her hand wrap around my throbbing shaft, she starts to stroke it. My tip leaking precum, she uses the liquid to lube my cock.

"Just close your eyes and let go whenever you want." She strokes me faster, her thumb rubbing against my tip, every time she strokes towards herself.

My hips start to sway in rhythm with her. My hands clenching and relaxing. She reaches below my cock, grabbing hold of my softball size nuts. Massaging them gently. "Wow.... These are the biggest balls I have ever seen."

My eyes shut, moaning more and more. Her hands sliding faster and faster along the length of my shaft. Her soft hand feeling so warm against the sensitive skin of my cock. "Oh fuck.... FUCK... Going... to..."

"Just let go, I have some tissue." I feel the cloth wrap around the tip of my cock.

"What... No wait... Umm... Not Enough.... FUCK..." I let go, my orgasm rocketing through my mind. The first blast of my cum hitting the tissue. Ms. Osterman still stroking. I keep shooting more and more cum.

The tissue soaks through, as another blast rips through the cloth, shooting right at her. The liquid landing right on her light purple blouse, followed by more shots. She flinches in shock, pointing my cock up as I let go, the rope arching and hitting her across the right cheek.

She manages to move my throbbing member away from her body, but not before she takes several shots of cum. My orgasm begins to subside, my cock giving one final jerk before stopping. My eyes open, looking down at the mess I made.

I blush, not really knowing what to do, standing there, my cock going soft. Ms. Osterman stands up, walking to a bookshelf. She hits a button, a hidden door opens, revealing a bathroom. I take some tissue, wiping off the tip of my cock. Pulling up my pants, I take a seat.

Ms. Osterman returns, wearing a cream-colored button-down blouse, as well as matching slacks. She sits in her chair, her piercing blue eyes looking at me. "Well Mr. Hanover, it appears you were not boasting."

"I am sorry for the mess; I was hoping you would believe me."

She waves off the comment. She then hands me a piece of paper. I read it over, it is almost identical to the contract I signed with my first client. She calls in her assistant. Jenny from the reception desk entering the office. She notices the mess on the floor but says nothing.

I sign the document, as well Ms. Osterman and Jenny. She then hands me an envelope. I take it, we exchange phones numbers. She informs me what week she will most likely be ovulating. I take my leave and head back to the office.