Sally tried to swallow, but her mouth had gone dry. “I’m not sure, maybe. I don’t know if I should be doing this.”
Carl nodded, his mannerisms reassuring. “That’s fair. Let me absolutely clear on this point: at no point are you obligated to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. If you say let’s make arrangements today, then the day of, or even the minute of, you change your mind, that’s OK. So for now, just to get it out there, what made you come here?”
“Is there a ‘fertile hole’ here?” Sally got the words out, surprising herself.
“There is. Is that what you think you want? Do you want to risk pregnancy? Or do you want to get pregnant?”
“Is there a difference?” Sally asked.
“Only from a curiosity standpoint, everything else is the same.”
“I don’t know, it seemed better than artificial insemination.” Sally didn’t want to talk about her husband here.
“Well, I know the donors enjoy it more,” Carl said. “OK, for that, here’s how it works: first you have to be fertile. Basically, that means you aren’t on any form of birth control, don’t have an IUD, etc.”
“I’ve not been for 3 years.”
“OK, and do you track your ovulation cycle?”
“I do.”
“Good, then we can use that to schedule a day. It must be one of the 3 days you are most likely to be ovulating, assuming you are regular enough for that.”
“OK.” Sally agreed. Why was she agreeing? Was she actually considering this madness?
“Once we do that, from my end, I will line up possible participants. You will never see them, and you have no obligation save one: in order to get to the next person, you must bring the current to orgasm. You don’t have to have sex with them. You don’t have to blow them. Hell, if you can sex talk well enough, maybe you don’t even have to touch them. But the order of the men is decided by lots, and if you want to see number 7 you have to first get number 6 off.”
“So, not creampies?” Sally managed to ask, slightly in a daze imagining a random cock cumming for her.
“You can if you want. In fact, that’s the point of the fertile hole. Creampies are encouraged, and rewarded.”
“How so?”
“Well, for each creampie you take, you get 100 dollars, with a bonus of 2,000 if you take at least 10.”
“I see.” Sally didn’t need the money, but she understood the financial incentives.
Carl continued explaining, “further, if you do a pregnancy test before starting that day, and it’s negative, then are pregnant from that cycle, you get a 3,000 dollar bonus. I don’t think that’s why you’re doing this, though. Maybe put it toward the kids college fund.”
“I don’t know,” Sally balked, coming to her senses despite the pool of fluid her pussy was soaking in.
“No worries. How about this: we figure out when you would come if you wanted to and set up a test date. Then, I’ll text you the day before to confirm. If you don’t feel up to it, or want to pretend this never happened, just ignore me and go on with your life. If you want to see the next step, then you can reply and we’ll meet the next day.”
Sally felt a bit like she was talking to a salesman, but as she considered, there wasn’t much downside. Obviously, she would just ignore the text message. In the meantime, she could fantasize about getting knocked up by a stranger… or strangers.