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Standing at that front door felt so imposing for Jolyne. On one hand, the front of the mansion entrance was well lit with old style electric lamps dotting the edges of the cobblestone path, bathing this sliver of land in a warm yellow light. Jolyne definitely could see everything well enough and surmised that she could easily run back to her car without tripping or running into anything. Besides, her benefactor was very open with her in their online chats and even gave his full legal name and a photo of himself just to reassure the woman this was not a scam or anything like that.
But on the other hand, Jolyne was literally about to enter this house to have sex with a rich CEO and have his baby. Nothing sketchy or suspicious about that in the slightest, no siree.
The young woman shuddered, hugging her woolen sweater close to her body. The cold autumn was not helping her decision making as it nudged her to just go inside for a little warming up. Yet her feet stayed glued to the ground as she braced herself to enter the place and meet Mr.Pucci or run home with her tail between her legs and having to find another way to make some money. With how her last ten or so job applications went, though, that seemed unlikely, but it at least beat possibly being the next victim of some online serial killer.
Jolyne huffed and shook her head. No, now was not the time to get cold feet, not after all she had to go through to even get this man to approve of her as his choice for mother of his future child. All the tests she had to hide from her mom just for him to check…he paid for them, thankfully, so the college student did not have to whittle away at her meager savings any more than usual, but having to lose that much blood and drink that much for urine samples…not a pleasant experience, to say the least.
If she had put that much into this business deal, Jolyne just had to commit. She needed that cash and she needed it badly….well, it also helped that Mr.Pucci was easy on the eyes.
Jolyne put her hand up, about to knock on the large wooden door until she spotted the little intercom box right next to it. The young woman hesitantly pressed the buzzer, finger hovering over the button for a few seconds as she steeled herself before pushing. She leaned in close to the speaker and licked her dry lips before speaking.
“Umm, hey, it’s me. Jolyne Cujoh, for the 11:30-“
“Ahh, yes,” a cool and crisp voice replied, “Ms.Cujoh. Do come in. My office will be to your right, last room on the left.”
That was all he needed to say before an audible click came from the doors. Despite the cold air, Jolyne felt herself sweating bullets as she pulled the mahogany door open. Like his yard, her possible employer’s home was low lit. It gave the woman the feeling of being in a gothic mansion, this impression spurred on by the foyer’s polished wooden walls and flooring, complete with a Persian rug made with with shades of dark blue, only accented by the occasional whites in the pattern. Jolyne gulped and hesitated to put a foot inside.
Was this another test? With how many questions and test results she had to give this man, it wouldn’t be a surprise, but this was just eccentric. Couple that with the owner of this home not even waiting for her at the entrance and instead situating himself in a far off corner of this mansion…
Any other woman would have run off at this point, speeding home like no tomorrow and putting the whole event behind them…but not Jolyne. She had something those cowards didn’t: desperation. That, and she was not pushover. Her petite body hid a strong frame of sleek muscles that could easily put a grown man in a headlock long enough to incapacitate him. Jolyne flashed herself a shaky smile to build confidence. Yeah, she was going to make it out fine.
Stepping into the room, she let the front door close, but not fully shut. Had to have SOME insurance if she really did need to run out. Taking in a deep breath and then exhaling, Jolyne shoved her hands into her jean pockets and marched through the long hall to the office at the end. A sliver of light trailed across the floor and hit the wall adjacent to it, indicating that the door to the room was open a crack. This was it. The final stretch.
In an attempt to distract herself from her silly worries, the college student examined her surroundings as she made her way down the hall. She noticed how sparse this entire hallway was, the walls only occasionally decorated by landscape paintings, interestingly, all of them focused around wide shots of forests and rural villages underneath blankets of clouds, all in different types of weather. Closing in on the door, she checked one more time that her phone was in her back pocket and prepped for any needed emergency calls. With the doors to the office ajar just enough to let light out, Jolyne placed a hand on each handle and fully opened them up.
Inside was an old fashioned office, the floor being a navy blue carpet, bookshelves lining one wall and the adjacent one having two large sofas and a fireplace at the end. At the end of the room, in front of two large windows with their curtains drawn, was a large desk and tall chair behind it…with a big man seated in it, barely illuminated by the lamp at his left hand side. Jolyne’s green eyes locked onto him, recognizing his huge form and tie, patterned to look like a cloudy sky (what was with this guy and weather theming?), even if his face was obscured by the general darkness. His chair curved in a way at the top that it cast a shadow over his visage, even the fire being unable to lighten him up.
“Ms.Cujoh,” he stated, his voice deep and cool as mint, “do come in.”
Jolyne felt his his simple statement make her core shiver and she obeyed him. The young woman closed the doors behind her and walked across the room to one of the chairs in front of her employer’s desk. Her anxiety and strange feeling welling up inside of her prevented her from just sitting back in the cushy chair, Jolyne instead sitting straight up, hands on her knees that were clamped shut and squeezed her thighs together like two gate doors.
“Well, I, uh, made it in time.”
The man nodded.
“Yes, that’s good, very good. I will admit that I have been eagerly anticipating your arrival.”
“Heh, g-good to know.”
Mr.Pucci exhaled, leaning back in his chair with a smile tugging at his fuzzy lips.
“Don’t be so nervous, I’m not going to bite.”
“Oh, well, I know that, but…” Jolyne looked to the floor, “I’m, uh…you know, a virgin.”
This made the big man chuckle, necktie bouncing off his chest.
“Of course I know that, Ms.Cujoh. I know many things about your likes and dislikes and…reservations and perfectly respect those boundaries. You can walk out that door,” he pointed to the room’s entrance, “and never come back. And I will not do anything about it.”
While this statement did ease some of Jolyne’s nerves, she was not fully allayed. As much as she was excited at the prospect of making money through her body without being labelled a slutty whore (even if she was toeing the edge), actually making that first step, actually losing her virginity here and now, it weighed on her like a freight train.
“I know that, I know, but umm,” the woman began nervously twiddling with a strand of her hair, wondering how she suddenly lost any forwardness, “I mean, all those testings and information I gave would be null and void if I just walked out now.” She giggled nervously.
Her employer cocked his head to the side and rocked in his chair.
“What I’m getting from all this, Jolyne,” her name rolled off his tongue smooth and sweet, “is that you’re hesitant on my unusual method of insemination.”
Jolyne’s face burned bright red, brighter than the roaring fire next to them.
“Am I wrong?” The man stared back at Jolyne as he waited for an answer.
“…N-no.”
A silence passed by, only being interrupted by the crackle of flames.
“Ms.Cujoh,” the older man began, his tone sober and professional, “my requirement of manual intercourse for this contract is an unusual one, but it is a non negotiable. I want you to know that before we continue and seal the deal on this as I do not want to force you into these terms. Just know that I will only do any sexual intercourse of your consent and will work around your schedule if the first try does not result in pregnancy. I will not continue this unless you confirm you REALLY want this.”
A pregnant pause passed by again, Jolyne’s mind wracked with thought as she thought about taking the next step. She really just had to weigh the risk and rewards now, getting money, but also having to go through the whole experience of pregnancy. She would get sex out of this deal, but at the same time she had no idea what this Mr.Pucci was into…
The woman looked back up, making eye contact (as best as she could) with her employer’s shadowed face.
“Ok, I’m ready. I really do want this.”
The ghost of a smile came across Mr.Pucci’s mustached lips.
“Goooood,” he purred, “very, very good. But first.”
He swiveled his chair to the side, leaning over and opening a drawer on his desk. Jolyne heard him make a struggling grunt before she balked at an enormous stack of papers, struggling to stay together with staples and paper clips, were thrusted onto the desk with a thud that shook the room.
“I’ll need you to sign the actual contract, all parts of it.”
“Parts?!”
“Yes, all the dotted lines. This is just so you can confirm all the terms, conditions and rules I’ve laid out to you in our past exchanges.”
Mr.Pucci pulled a pen from his pocket and handed it to Jolyne, adjusting the lamp so she could better read the volumes of jargon.
“I suggest you read it all before signing, just in case.”
Internally, the woman grumbled and complained in her mind as she spent the next half hour reading through everything speedily and signing the dotted lines breaking the monotony. It was nothing she had not seen in her online conversations with the man (permission for sex, allowing him to take care of medical expenses, not asking for custody after the birth, etc.), but in the sleepy evening, all of this legalities were making her eyes droop.
The college student yawned after finishing the last page of signatures, rolling the pen back to Mr.Pucci. He nodded and took the stack of papers back, straightening them up before putting them back into the desk drawer.
“Thank you. I will send you a copy of these through your email tomorrow morning. Now…” Mr.Pucci leaned forward, interlocking his fingers together and placing his elbows on his desk as he rested his chin on his knuckles, “I think we should start the…introductory intercourse.”
Jolyne’s core flared up with heat and the fatigue left her body as her eyes widened. Holy shit…holy shit, this was happening!
“Y-yes, sir.”
Unexpectedly, Mr.Pucci snickered and loosened his tie.
“Please, Jolyne,” the man’s blue eyes pierced Jolyne’s excited green ones, “you can just call me Domencio. There’s no need for formalities with THIS particular session.”
The woman shivered but nodded. Domencio…the sex had not even started and she was already feeling like they were becoming closer.
“As the first order of business, however, I need to check something of yours.”
Jolyne raised a brow.
“Check…what?”
Domencio rolled his sleeves up, revealing to the woman his pale skin tightly covering bulging muscles and white hair.
“You see, I have a large penis. It is around nine and a half inches and while I’m sure you can take the length, I’m just concerned about the girth.”
The room now felt like a furnace for the woman, her mouth agape at this plainly dropped bomb. She rubbed her thighs together before speaking.
“Wow, ummm, yeah, that is a thing to be concerned about, for sure.”
“I’m glad you understand. Now then, in order for me to see how much you can take, please strip your self from the waist down and get on my desk, if you may.”
Stunned. Absolutely stunned was all Jolyne’s could say about this now. She had no idea what he had planned but…she could definitely feel her pussy moisten.
Libido taking full swing, she mouthed a quiet “yes” and stood up, first untying her shoelaces and slipping out of her shoes. Domencio watched as each article was stripped off, first the socks and then the jeans. Once Jolyne got down to her panties, bright orange and patterned with lighter orange stars, she took a second to breath and finally gather up her confidence to hook her fingers around the waistband and pull them off too. The older man clicked his tongue as he took in the sight of the woman’s shaved cunt. He licked his lips and squinted his eyes with intent.
Jolyne’s palms were coated in a thin layer of sweat as she got onto the desk and opened her legs in front of older man and sat her buttocks down on his desk. A glint of white teeth flashed when Domencio grinned at the sight of the glistening lips. The college girl kept her eyes on his hands, Domencio’s thick index finger probing her outer labia.
“Now tell me if this hurts, ok darling?”
Jolyne nodded in a haze. Darling…he called her darling.
She was so slicked up from her wetness that when Domencio slid one finger into her vagina, it literally slid in. Jolyne exhaled quickly and felt her soul leave her body for a second. She had fingered herself many nights when she could be alone with her thoughts and countless saucy pictures of men, but this sensation was far different. Domencio’s finger was wider, reached deeper, caressed her walls harder. Jolyne propped her upper half up with her elbows, watching as her new employer’s finger was going knuckle deep inside of her.
“That’s…that’s amazing.” Jolyne whimpered.
“You’re doing very well, dear,”
Gosh, there goes Domencio making her heart flutter again. The man began to test the waters and inserted another finger in, making Jolyne mewl with pleasure and hide her face in her sweater. He found her shy virgin actions pretty cute and made sure to wiggle his digits inside her walls. Jolyne curled her toes at this.
Back and forth his fingers went simulating the future penetration to be enacted on Jolyne. The fact a VIRGIN was taking this so well was amazing to Domencio. Jolyne’s juices had doubled and now coated his fingers, making a squelching noise at every thrust.
The woman herself was overcome by this new feeling. She breathed heavily like a racehorse, watching her cunt be spread open with wonder.
“And now, another one.”
The older white haired man uncurled his ring finger and surprisingly could fit that into the woman’s pussy with not friction too. Jolyne’s moans were becoming more frequent and loud now, filling the whole office as he explored her flesh, twisting his hand around and increasing the speed of his thrusts.
All this fingering and sight of a warm and juicy pussy…well, it was having an affect on Domencio. His dress pants were barely holding back the bulge poking out of the crotch. They needed an escape from their tight and hot confinement and needed to enter another hot and tight area. He quickly whipped his cock out, stroking it gently to keep it up as he loosened the woman’s vagina.
“Fucking hell,” he breathed, “it’s like you’re sucking my fingers in, girl.”
“Th-tha-thank you~” was all Jolyne managed to slur out. God, she could have this happening to her forever, it was that good. Feeling both so full and opened up…she wondered what things would look like if THIS was the warm up.
“Mmm, lemme see if I can…”
Domencio’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as his attempt at putting his pinkie into her hungry hole worked. Jolyne spasmed and squirted a jet of slick across his arm, going still as he was knuckle deep inside. The man’s wrist kept going in and out of her cunt still, almost as a reflex, the palm of his hand hitting her clit every time.
He mouthed a silent “holy shit”, but said nothing as he slowed his movements. The fact that it worked, that he was one digit away from FISTING this gal…it was too much. He needed a true taste of this action.
Domencio pulled his fingers out, causing Jolyne to twitch as her walls were left empty again, and he licked the juices off each of his fingers like after a meal. Mmm, deliciously salty…
He stood up to get a better look at the woman and her hazy state. Jolyne was breathing softly and her eyes were half closed, as if she could pass out at any moment. Well, he couldn’t have that. The man pulled his cock up and slapped it on top of Jolyne’s pussy. This seemed to electrify her and her eyes shot fully open.
“You did very well, Jolyne,” he praised the girl, moving a stray strand of a green hair from her sweaty face.
“Re-really?”
“Really.”
This compliment seemed to shoot straight into Jolyne’s heart and she softly smiled at this. Meanwhile, Domencio grinded his crotch against the younger woman’s and the veins on his dick pulsated.
“I think now we should go into the final step.”
Jolyne looked down at his long and thick phallus?
“You mean…that?”
Domencio nodded.
“Yes.”
Jolyne stared at his member, still shivering at every friction against her sensitive pussy.
“Then…please, please put it in.”
Domencio licked his lips with lust and hunger as he lined his cock up with the woman’s entrance.
“Will do.”
When he was fully inside of Jolyne’s waiting pussy in the blink of an eye, the woman felt all the air from her lungs get blown out of her. It felt like his cock head was touching her ribcage from how deep it was in her. Domencio purred darkly and kept himself in Jolyne for a few seconds without moving, enjoying her delicious walls. The younger woman’s arms shot out and grabbed around Dom’s neck for some sort of steadfast support as her pussy was stretched and expanded by something much longer and deeper than Dom’s fingers.
The older man started the motions of sex, sliding his cock out until only the head was left inside and carefully pushing the length back in. Looking down, he caught Jolyne’s pussy lips grasping onto his member at each thrust. Jolyne herself was shivering with an unimaginable amount of pleasure, clasping her legs around Domencio’s hips. The man slammed his hands down on the desk for balance, causing Jolyne to flinch from the vibration, and pressed his chest close to the woman’s.
She was being crushed in the most pleasurable way possible…
Jolyne could feel her cervix getting peppered with pokes and bops from the head of Domencio’s cock. The older man’s husky breaths warmed Jolyne’s shoulder while his speed increased, making her pussy clench harder around his member.
“Mmmmm,” Jolyne groaned. It hurt somewhat, feeling her vagina being opened so widely and filled so quickly, but with her employer on top of her, his warm bulky body keeping her pinned to the desk…it was kind of comforting. She closed her eyes and had her mind dip into the utter cacophony of sensations she was being inundated with.
Domencio lowered his head down to Jolyne’s right ear and whispered.
“I’m close, Ms.Cujoh. This is your last chance to pull out and walk away from this, if you choose so.”
This was enough to ground Jolyne back to reality. She barely was able to lift her head up slightly in order to maintain eye contact with Dom.
“Do it. I-I need you to seal your cum in my womb!”
Domencio sniggered and wrapped one burly arm around Jolyne’s waist, pulling her up with him as he stood up and had her bottom sink down onto his cock. In an instant, the young woman let out a squeaky “Oh!” as she felt her cunt fill with a sticky and hot fluid. She buried her face into Dom’s shoulder and let out a squeal at the intense feeling of her raw vagina being coated and dripping with his semen. The man let out raspy breathes like a winning race horse and patted Jolyne’s back.
“Glad to be in business with you.”
Jolyne did not say anything, only slumping forward as she herself caught her breath. She could not find anything to compare this experience to since this was unlike anything she had ever gone through in her young life. The older man kept his cock in her, possibly to make sure every drop of semen was fully inside, and sat back in his chair with her on his lap.
“I will make sure you are financially compensated for this first time. I know we did not go too into detail about money, but how does ten thousand dollars sound?”
“Ye-yeah, that’s cool,” Jolyne slurred.
Domencio looked down at the dazed woman on top of him and felt his heart swell. He tried to put those feelings. He just got to know her, he shouldn’t let feelings get in the way of that. All he cared about now was how Jolyne had an excellent womb for his child and a scrumptious little pussy for him.