By now, I have been awake for almost 20 hours. I am writing this on my phone while lying on a bare mattress. I am lying in a windowless room. On a mattress on the floor, under a thick down duvet. My penis is burning inside and out. What happened today is so bizarre that I want to capture it as much as possible and store it in the corporate cloud. When something happens to me, Julie, my secretary, will eventually find the story. My day began quite normally. A few hours working at my company in Paris. Something software technical in the defence industry. It started with a phone call to my girlfriend that I had made reservations at our regular restaurant. Then showered at home, changed clothes.
And off to my favourite terrace. My girlfriend was already there. She was sitting on the terrace with two women and introduced me to them. One of them looked like she had run into a wall too hard. Broad shoulders, wide hips, flat face, half-long straight hair and anything but attractive. Her name is Acelynn. The other is a lot nicer to look at. Red-haired, tad firm, athletically muscular and Scottish by birth. She introduced herself as Sophie. I joined the ladies at the table and a nice conversation ensued. It turned out that Acelynn and Manon were in a relationship and knew each other from their medical careers. And Acelynn had just bought a house not far from mine. That house turned out to have quite a few defects and my friend suggested I could help with my knowledge and connections in terms of contractors.
Finally, together with my childhood friend, who owns a big construction company, I transformed my house from slum to palace. I wasn’t exactly waiting for a job with a lesbian couple in my scarce days off, but agreed to take stock. I love my girlfriend, and didn’t want to disappoint her. Two days later, the alarm went off at four and my girlfriend woke me up with her mouth around my cock. She never leaves without emptying my sack, as she puts it. Despite the fact that I was still waking up, she sucked me off so deliciously that within ten minutes I was squirting my seed deep down her throat. Deliberately smacking a little, she swallowed it all. “It will be two weeks before I can taste you again, so I have to enjoy it extra,” she said smiling.
I had to take her to the airport for a business trip, and she would then spend another week visiting her niece in Italy. Rather early, I had taken her away and figured I could fulfil the promise to Acelynn and Manon right away. Then I had had it. I rang the doorbell at the dyke house. It took a while before there was a response. Manon opened the door. Dressed in a black fleece dressing gown, she looked at me a little questioningly. “Last weekend, my friend promised that I would look at your chores list…” I reminded her. The penny dropped, and with a smile she invited me in. Acelynn was still busy with her morning ritual, Manon said. And she offered me a cup of tea. I’m more into coffee, I said, but she wasn’t having that.
I felt that a warm hand was playing with my cock.
Moments later, I was sitting in their living room on the designer lounge sofa drinking a cup of herbal tea. A mug full of leaves and other oddities. Manon sat opposite me with a little disturbing light of fun in her eyes. Acelynn, meanwhile, had shown her face, saying she was going for a quick shower. After the third sip of tea, the lights simply went out. I felt myself getting dizzy and my eyes lowered. I still felt myself fall over sideways on the sofa, and after that I only remember a kind of vague dream. Like I was being dragged, and then I felt or dreamed that a warm hand was playing with my cock. I thought I cum a little, and any more I don’t remember. I finally woke up in a white tiled room. To my right stood Acelynn.
On the left stood Manon. Both in a white doctor’s uniform. I tried to get up, but my wrists and ankles were fixed to the bed. I asked startled and angry what this meant. Acelynn seemed a little nervous. Manon smiled mischievously. She also took the floor. “Acelynn has been my heart friend for years. And since two years my partner and lover. Her unusual appearance is due to a hereditary transmissible syndrome. It is incredibly rare. And when Acelynn wants children, and she does, there are a few problems. The father must have a very specific genetic profile to avoid passing on her problem, and because of Acelynn’s syndrome, she has an aggressive immune system against sperm cells. So those sperm cells have to have some kind of defence.” Still waking up from an involuntary sleep, I understood little of it. And anger rose in my body. Meanwhile, Manon continued. “You had your blood tested the other day, and coincidentally it was done in my lab. As a result, I know that your dna profile is perfect for our purpose. E
n that defence of your sperm cells, Acelynn and I are going to do something about it…” I tried to stand up with more force now. Acelynn was a bit startled by this at first, but then got a combative look in her eyes. “We took a sperm sample from you while you were sleeping.” She said clinically. “One part to test for fertility and suitability. That’s one hundred per cent by the way, and the last bit I smeared in a pair of worn panties. Should you think of resisting, I will accuse you of rape. Then Manon will testify that she came in while you were raping me and I will have your semen in my panties as evidence. We know you have government contracts. So even an accusation is enough to destroy your business. Let alone a conviction and imprisonment.” I let it sink in for a moment. And realised that Acelynn could indeed do this. It also explained my vague dream. Which apparently wasn’t a dream. “So you want me as a sperm donor?” I asked. Manon replied. “It’s not that simple.
Unfortunately. Firstly, you could refuse, and there are very few men with a suitable profile. That we found you was like winning the lottery. And secondly, making sure your sperm is made suitable requires treatment that very few men are willing or able to endure.” Now I was starting to get a little worried. These women had complete control over me. If I had only had to donate sperm, I might have just done it. But drugging me, tying me up and while I was out jerking off in front of a sperm sample, that was apparently just the beginning. Manon took the floor. “To sum it up in layman’s terms, your urethra always contains tiny urine residues. These come with an ejaculation, and this is one of the things Acelynn’s immune system is triggered by.
In addition, there are enzymes in seminal fluid that do pretty much the same thing. So we have to both clean your urethra, and introduce an extract of Acelynn’s fluid into your urethra. This will make Acelynn’s immune system think it is the body’s own. And will accept your sperm. We have developed a special tool for this in my laboratory, and that tool has to fit into your urethra. So we are going to prepare you for what is needed.” When Manon talked about inserting things into my urethra, I could almost feel it at the very thought of it. Unconsciously, I lifted my head and looked at my crotch. I was shocked to see that I had a sizable erection.
And that I was lying under a sheet with a square recess from which my cock stood up. “Oh yes.” Said Manon nonchalantly. “We also stirred a little Viagra into your tea. That made taking a sperm sample a bit easier. And so will what’s coming next.” Acelynn got a smile on her face from this. “The day after tomorrow, I will be at my most fertile. So let’s start treatment. You’ll need some time to cope with the diameter. And now although I am a lesbian, I find penetration incredibly exciting.” While uttering that last sentence, she looked at something standing at the level of my left shoulder. I turned my head and saw a high table with a stainless steel tray on it.
On that tray were some kind of shiny stainless steel knitting needles. Neatly sorted and increasing in thickness. I turned my head the other way, and saw a similar table here. Where Manon just picked up a tube from and a hefty syringe without a needle. She twisted the cap off the tube and pulled the syringe full of the stuff from the tube. “Water-based and cleansing lubricant.” She said. Meanwhile, without me noticing, Acelynn had replicated a flannel with hot water. She squirted a disinfectant from some kind of squeeze bottle onto my stiff cock and started washing it thoroughly with the hot flannel. My glans in particular got a lot of attention.
Despite all the bizarre experiences so far, and the fact that Acelynn was not particularly attractive, I felt my cock getting even harder from the treatment. With two fingers of her right hand, Acelynn squeezed the base of my glans. This caused my pee hole to open slightly. Acelynn gently cleaned this too. “He’s ready.” She smiled at Manon. Manon squeezed a few drops of lubricant from the syringe over my glans and into my pee hole, which was held open by Acelynn. Acelynn used her index finger to smear the lube around and a little in my pee hole. After this, Manon grabbed my cock firmly with her left hand and with her right hand she pushed the tip of the syringe into my pee hole.
“This is a dilator” She said.
With her thumb, she slowly but surely pressed the syringe half-empty into my cock. “Do you feel it sliding into your cock, we do this because we have to, but it also makes me really horny anyway.” She spoke a little hoarsely. Then she grabbed the thinnest stainless steel knitting needle from the tray and lubricated it with even more lubricant from the syringe. “This is a dilator.” She said. ‘We’ll start with four millimetres, to get you used to it.’ While Manon was doing this, Acelynn played with my cock. She gently squeezed my glans and jerked me off very slowly. Manon had the dilator in her right hand and used her left thumb and forefinger to open my pee hole. Acelynn seemed to sense my tension and squeezed the base of my cock harder and harder. With the combination of Viagra, the four hands at my cock and the two ladies’ concentrated horny gaze, my cock was harder than it had ever been. My pee hole was glistening with lube.
So was the four-millimetre-thick dilator that Manon was now gently pushing into my open hole. Inch by inch, I felt the steel rod slide into my cock. With the rod pushed about four centimetres into my cock, Manon held it still for a moment. With her left hand, she rhythmically squeezed my glans. And Acelynn began to slowly jerk me off. Each time she reached down with her hand, Manon let the dilator slide further into my penis. I was surprised that it was insanely delicious. It felt like I was being jerked off inside and out.
Despite the bizarre situation, I enjoyed the experience and it was a sensation I had never felt before. Manon had fully slipped the 4-millimetre dilator into my cock. She let it rest for a while, and Acelynn was playing with my glans. Manon then slowly pulled the dilator up and down. Acelynn seemed completely in tune with her partner, pulling me off in exactly the same slow rhythm. I felt my balls contracting and my cock jerking even harder. This seemed to be the signal for Acelynn and Manon to take it a step further. Manon pulled the dilator out of my cock and placed it in a stainless steel dish.
