The woman named Victoria wasn't particularly subtle about matters. She stepped up to me confidently, and showed off a body that had definitely seen its fair share of challenges and overcome them all, refined and sculpted into something quite enviable.
Nevertheless, she asked for help, and I'm not above that, so I did show her to the changing room for women, but as I turned to go back to the station I was at, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the changing room with her, closing the door behind herself as she almost tossed me into the room. She had strength befitting the great physical shape she was in. This isn't the first time I've been in here, locker rooms, changing rooms and public showers are commonplace spots for breeding activity, preferred due to the ease of cleaning, relative privacy and usually comfortable layout.
This one is actually set up very comfortably, with a series of high lockers that had stools for convenience under them, and a large double bench in the middle of the room with a partition wall running down the middle that also served as a backrest, except for the ends, which were just about big enough for a person to lie down across it. The tiles of the floor were almost sparkly clean, and everything was in order, neat and tidy, except for a single mop and bucket that was likely left there by the janitor, right next to the door opposite the entrance, the showers.
I observed this while Victoria was starting to get rid of her clothing, throwing her jacket away leaving her only wearing a cropped top and peeling off her almost skin tight pants, tossing them away, followed by the hat she was wearing, letting her long hair trail free behind her, using her hand to shake it a little as she struck a pose before me, even as I sat on the wooden bench in the middle of the room.
She was wearing sports underwear, from a recognizable and rather expensive brand, which looked more like swimming trunks for men than panties, and she cocked her hips to her right, putting one balled up fist on her right hip and letting the other hang loose as her blue eyes looked at me. "Well?"
"Well what?" I asked, feeling more annoyed than anything else.
She closed her eyes and exhaled out of her nose, there was an amused tone to her voice. "I see, so she was wrong, you're not a carnivore after all," the woman mused.
I closed my eyes and let out a low chuckle. "I eat as much meat as I want," I responded, gesturing at her with my right arm, moving it up and down. "What's all this about?"
"Aren't you a breeder? What did you think this is about?" she asked, her lips curling into a smirk.
"Yes, yes," I said, waving my hand dismissively. "You're not in the program lady," I said. "And that means, you're not getting any breeding," I said.
"Hm? Am I not good enough for you, civil servant?" she asked pointedly.
"Good enough for me to fuck? Oh, absolutely, I would ride you all night long and then go again as the sun came up," I said, looking at her extremely sexy body, from the muscles of her powerful thighs, which I can imagine crushing a watermelon, to the perfection of her abs and her chest, bound as it was by the tight top, and even her lips, all perfectly coated in lovely chocolate.
"Then?" she asked. "What's the hangup?" she said. "Have you not thought about having sex for pleasure?"
"Oh, sure, that's nice and all," I said, crossing my arms, "but," I said, closing my eyes and smiling, "you know what's an even bigger thrill than just putting my dick in something?" I asked, "putting my dick in something and leaving them something to remember me by," I said, standing up and getting in her face. She was tall but I was still taller, my eyes locked into hers as we drew closer. "If I just wanted to get off I can jack off anytime I wanted," I said, cupping her chin and tilting it up. "There's dozens, hundreds of women," I said, fetching my phone from the pocket it was secured in and waving it around, "at my fingertips, each of them willing and desperate to receive my seed nad bear my child... what makes you think I'd compromise any of that just for a quick lay, no matter how hot you are?" I asked.
She put her hands on my chest and pushed me back. "So that's it?" she asked.
"Yeah," I responded, shrugging my shoulders. "You're hot, don't get me wrong," I said, stepping around her. "Maybe before I was licensed I would've gone and tossed everything away for a shot at you," I added. "But if you want that kind of thing, you're gonna have to find a disqualified or rejected breeder," I said, walking towards the changing room entrance, putting my hand on the knob, "because I take pride in my work and I'm not just about to toss it all away just for one sexy lady."
However, when I turned the knob to open the door and get out... it didn't turn. It was locked. Very firmly so. And when I tried the locking mechanism, a simple lever, it didn't budge either. My eyes narrowed.
"Well that's really good," Victoria said, turning around to look at me, a big smirk on her face as she raised a hand, on it, a keyring, and if I had to guess, the sole key on it matched the keyhole in the doorknob, though I couldn't say for sure as she was spinning it on her finger before she put the ring on her necklace and stuck it under her top. "What a shame, it seems you might be stuck here a little longer."
"This is kidnapping," I said.
"This is official breeding activity," she responded, grabbing her phone from her duffel bag and unlocking the screen, showing something quite interesting.
She was...
A breeder?
"What the hell is going on here?" I asked, feeling a little lost already. "Only men can be breeders," I hissed at her. "And that's definitely the breeder version of the app. So what gives? You hacked the app somehow..?"
"No," she said, chuckling and putting the phone back in the bag. "My name is Victoria, I'm an inspector with the Bureau of Reproduction & Expansion of Existing Developmental & Entertainment Resources," she explained. "We are a recently formed organization under the purview of the United Nations to combat the declining birth rates in developed nations," she explained, "and to this extent we've begun investigating the programs every country has enacted in order to ascertain their effectiveness and how well run they are."
I raised an eyebrow questioningly. "You understand that sounds incredibly crazy, right?" you asked. "As far as I knew until literally just now this country was the only one with such a program."
"Ah, yes. Very common, a lot of insularity recently," she muttered. "No matter," she explained. "So far you've passed every test I've put you through with flying colors," she said. "Congratulations, every other breeder I've tested has failed spectacularly," she explained, "none could resist my advances," she said, "but there's one more test."
I grabbed my phone and brought up my app, hitting the help button. I was connected to Tsukiko a few moments after I did this.
"Yo," I said immediately. "I've got here someone claiming to be some sort of inspector for an international org?"
Victoria actually snorted.
"Oh, yeah, she's real," Tsukiko's voice said confidently. "We'll get a bonus if you get a positive review by the way."
I couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright then," I said, ending the call and putting my phone away. "Well you wanted me, now you've got me," I said.
"At last, we can have sex," Victoria said, giving me a confident smirk.
"Oh, we're not going to have sex," I said, stepping up to her and getting in her face. "I'm going to breed you."
"Bold words," she said, "you wouldn't be the first to-"
I kissed her to interrupt her words. "I love chocolate," I said, looking into her eyes, and pushing her back until the backs of her knees touched the edge of the bench and she fell, sat on her ass on the hard wood.
She was stunned long enough for me to grab her by the legs and pull them up, pulling her to the side so she was on her back on the bench, thankfully the carefully treated wood couldn't leave any splinters in her, so I pulled her to the corner where I would have better access and raised her legs. The swimming-trunks like panties were new to me, and though I wanted to see the pussy I was working with, I couldn't deny that the sight of these, a cross between the traditional bloomers and a pair of panties, was actually turning me on rather fiercely.
Variety is the spice of life, and with that in mind I put the bulge of my increasingly stiffer cock against her crotch and began to rub us against each other, feeling the heat of her sex against mine. For all that she was playing it cool up until now, I can feel her burning desire like waves of heat coming off her crotch, and rubbing against her feels amazing, though I want to feel her more directly...
I pulled my almost entirely stiff cock from my own workout pants and began to rub it back and forth over her crotch, the workout panties getting wet, but not with sweat as I looked down at her, my length sawing back and forth against the cameltoe that grew more prominent and visible as the dark blue of her panties became almost black when they became wet, the spot on her crotch expanding.
She seemed to recover, however, and looked up at me. "Let's see if you can keep this up," she said, reaching for her crotch and pulling the workout panties to the side, revealing her juicy pussy, freshly shaven and ready to go, already leaking fluid noticeably, the movement revealing her slick bright pink insides, contrasting so wonderfully with the nearly-black dark brown of her skin. "Can you satisfy me, breeder?" she asked.
I laughed, pulled back and lined myself up with her entrance. "You're being such a cheeky bitch, I might just give you an entire litter of puppies," I spoke, looking into her eyes... I know how her sort works, she's not that complicated or complex. She wants what she wants, and I can feel every time what it is... when I spoke, when I said those words, when I treated her like that, her pupils shifted in size, her breathing caught, I could feel her pulse quickening as I rested the tip of my dick against her pussy.
I can feel how badly she wants this.
She was a bitch in heat. I can see now why she has such an issue... she's a forceful woman, but what she wanted to do was provoke me.
"Sheesh, bitch, if you wanted to get bred, all you had to do was put in a request like everyone else," I said, pressing down on her and pushing my cock into her pussy. She was opening up and swallowing me into her, she had a lot of experience but paradoxically, the way she was eating me up was almost with the gingerly approach of a virgin, like her pussy was giddy and excited... such a delicious contrast was about to make me run wild on her.
She opened her mouth to speak but I stuck two fingers before she could say anything between her lips and began to play with her tongue, she raised her hands but she didn't push me away or do anything, instead one of them went to my shoulder and the other rested on my wrist, without doing anything to remove me from on top of her as I played with her tongue a little more.
The distraction worked and she didn't expect me to suddenly push all the way in, her pussy clearly had never been fucked this thoroughly and powerfully, it had a hard time adapting as I pushed into her depths. She really needed to find some better partners, she was reacting almost like an inexperienced virgin... was she so used to being on top and in control?
The mounting pleasure and amusement put me in a great mood I'll admit, and pulling my fingers out of her mouth was almost hard, but I did it anyway and then I slipped them under her panties to begin playing with her clit, getting her tight pseudovirginal cunt to relax a little, while playing with her right tit with my left hand.
Then... then I began to move.
She hissed. "What's all this preamble about?" she asked as I pulled myself out of her slowly. "Fuck me already..!"
"It's about me and it's about you, but most of all," I said, almost hissing it into her ear as I got in position, "it's about THIS!"
And then I pushed all the way back in, with a single, powerful thrust that drove the air out of her lungs and gave me a precious moment of distraction to relax and admire the intensity of her pussy and how it was maddeningly pleasurable. She was almost driving me to the limit, this should not be possible, it's like fucking a blushing virgin bride on her wedding night while at the same time fucking a seasoned and experienced milf... And her muscles, I could feel the power of her thighs, her legs moved and wrapped around me and squeezed, her arms grabbed onto me in a bearhug that almost started to make me worry for my back...
But I wasn't about to quit.
I'm a breeder. This is what I do.
Doubting myself at this point would be a betrayal to everything I stand for and everything I-
Oh fuck to hell with everything, I just want to fuck this tight bitch and show her just what she brought on herself!!
I pushed her down with my hands and while pressing her against the hard wood of the bench I stuck my tongue in her mouth and took control of hers, at the same time as I forcibly began pounding her from above, the bench protesting and creaking the impact as I laid into her with all my strength and ability, angling myself following every gasp and every movement of her muscles, narrowing down the angles and making sure to chase her sensitive spots with all I had.
She wasn't making it easy.
Every movement I made was followed by her, she was squeezing me from all over with those powerful muscles of hers, inside and outside at the same time, she was even actually starting to fight back in our shared kiss as we made out while fucking.
But I wasn't about to quit yet, I have the experience, and I have the will, and I will give this sexy bitch the bitch treatment she fucking wants!!
Once I had the angle it was all about the rhythm so I sped up and pounded her even harder and pushed from all sides, my hands were now making sure she wasn't getting a moment's break, teasing her breasts, legs and even tickling her sides and squeezing her ass and doing all in my power to keep her from focusing as I fucked her hard and thoroughly.
I was slowly building the pressure, she was giving me incredible pleasure from this fucking but I was pushing her harder, racing her to the finish line, and I could feel it, I could feel her fraying at the edges, her trembling muscles, I could hear her desperate cries as our lips separated, I could see her eyes, a combination of incredible pleasure, panic and satisfaction all at once.
I could see it, even as the nervous, burning hot and bubbling energy from within rose, as I could feel it concentrating on my dick, feeling that sensation of pressure building up to the limit-
And she came! She screamed out in orgasm, and only then did I push deep, kiss the very entrance to her womb with the tip of my dick, and explode inside her, letting my cum out, a combination of the pleasure of ejaculation and the relief of letting the pressure go, hell I was coming so much and so hard that it might even have looked like I was pissing inside her, the amount of cum was even more than I expected...
We were panting, sweating and moving again within moments, I didn't stop and she looked both defeated and happy at the same time.
I kissed her, slowly, softly, matching the rhythm of my rocking hips... for all of ten seconds, before I put my hands on her shoulders, pressed her down and began to fuck her in earnest again, though all the movement saw us fall off the bench, with both of us landing on my back. Luckily the tile was actually not the hard ceramic kind but a more plasticky-feeling tile that absorbed the blow surprisingly well.
It was meant to be walked on barefoot without hurting people's feet.
And I was beginning to suspect, it was made so that someone could lie down on their back and be ridden by a horny European bitch. I rested my head on my hands and grinned up at her.
She seemed to think Iwas gonna let up and let her ride me, but when she pulled up, I followed her by raising my hips, slamming into her again, having to plant my feet and raise my knees so that I could do this. She caught the edge of the bench to hold herself up, and had to stay there because I wasn't about to let up.
It actually hurt my back until I got in right position, and it was almost comical to watch semen explode from where we were joined together.
But I'd be damned before I let my pride go. I did that once and I won't be doing it again!
I'm gonna fuck this woman, because I'm a breeder, and satisfaction is fucking guaranteed!!
-x-X-x-
I haven't cum in a week and my balls ACHE.
I've been turning down a ton of requests to breed and I imagine that there's some red flags considering I don't doubt the app keeps track of me a lot more closely and with a lot more nuance than the government is willing to admit. Whatever, the benefits outweigh the price normally, but there was at least enough of a red flag raised that Tsukiko kept sending me messages, starting on the fourth day and now, as I wake up on the eighth day, I see a good dozen messages, asking me if something's wrong or what's happening and even sending me images of her body.
She seems to be sending me spank material, pictures of herself mostly, but some of her with other women, she's even sent me messages of herself with some of the women I've been with, confirming my suspicions that I've sown my seeds quite well. Kudos to her for being able to track so many of them down, but I guess they do all live or work in the area.
But now...
My phone rang.
I picked it up.
She didn't even say hi. It was just a time, a place. It wasn't too far away. The largest building in town, a huge skyscraper that was the most modern, expensive and newest big building in the area. Her voice almost tickled my ear, I had been waiting to hear this. She no doubt kept tabs upon me. No doubt knew exactly what I was doing.
I took a shower, I shaved, not just my face but my crotch also, made sure I was thoroughly and properly cleaned, had breakfast, brushed my teeth and even popped a mint into my mouth. I wasn't about to put on a suit, not for this. I needed to be loose, comfortable and ready to go. So business casual it was. No tie, no jacket.
I had enough time that I could make it by walking, and I knew getting my blood flowing would do me some good. I wish I could say I got some fresh air, but the ever growing urbanization, especially as the birth rate climbed and women rejoined the workforce with more vigor than ever meant that there were a lot more vehicles, both private and public transportation had taken over the formerly sleepy streets of my country that was headed for a quiet death due to inactivity.
I don't know if I like the increase in activity more than I hate the increase in bad smells. The streets were bustling and busy, especially at this time of the day. Salarymen moved to and from buildings, smaller businesses were open and the signs with crazy sales were not quite as present as before.
In a way, all of this is the impact of the breeding laws. Our world revolves around sex, and there's a much larger number of women walking about than there used to be. Many of them sported pregnant bellies. A lot more women in garish, bright and attention catching outfits.
As I round a corner, and make it past the corner store and go across the alley that separated that store from the building next to it, I pass a woman wearing an animal print bra framed by a rolled up button up that might have been from a local school's uniform, with thickly painted lips and bright blue eyeshadow, wearing a skirt so short I can see the crotch of her leopard print thong as well as the straps that held it in place over her hips, plainly visible.
She's giving a remarkably ugly, balding and obese man a blowjob without a care in the world. Years ago such a sight would be unthinkable, and yet, now that's just official breeding activity taking place, the kind you can see at every semi-private place. The woman is overwhelmingly voluptuous, and based on the mismatched skirt and the logo on the shirt's short sleeve, I can imagine she's put on some cosplay to excite her breeder.
I found myself stopping for a moment and snapping a picture, running it through the app, which came up clean. 42 years old Akechi Wakaba, currently engaged in official breeding activity. With long blonde hair and tan skin, I had half a mind to make up for the inadequacy of the man she was blowing if he wasn't good enough to get her pregnant...
Then I snapped out of it and realized I'm starting to get so horny that I'm getting off track. Just a little more, I just need to keep my wits about me for a little bit more time and I'll finally get to unload. I exhaled out of my nose and got moving again.
Unfortunately, the stirrings of my cock had resulted in me actually being reminded that I'd forgotten to take a piss before I left home, caught in my own day as I was. Annoyed by my own stupidity I had to actually take a bit of a detour from my destination towards the nearest public toilets, which were closer to my current location than going back home or continuing onward. I actually crossed through one of the alleys that was used for trash collection and delivery of the commercial district of town, conveniently enough it cut all the way through the street and got me to the other side where I would have to walk only a couple meters to the bathrooms.
There was no line, luckily enough, even though it was early and there were people walking around quite a bit, so I went into the sterile white and blue environment.
I didn't even need to look to realize that as I went towards the urinals that were on the other end of the toilet stalls, a large, blond and muscular man, a typical beach fuckboy as some would call them, was mercilessly plowing a woman inside one of said stalls.
It was none of my business, and no more out of the norm than the man and woman in the alley had been before, so I ignored it while emptying my bladder and then I moved to the sinks, which were actually opposite the toilet stalls and which had a large mirror conveniently placed so that it reflected what was happening in the stalls.
Almost as if by magic, the door swung open to reveal what was happening. As I suspected, it was indeed a big and muscular dudebro type, with blond spiky hair, an orange sleeveless shirt, and an extremely dark tan.
He had a pale and petite young woman pinned underneath him, her legs up in the air, as he gave her the good old mating press. Just out of curiosity, I snapped a shot of the pair on the app, and while it took some more time to process the image of the woman, I got back his data instantly. He was in good standing and had a good record, and using his data the app found the woman he was currently fucking. Mochizuki Michiko, 32. Her panties were around her ankles and as he began pounding her even harder, they flew off, landing on the divider wall between stalls.
Alright, lawful breeding action in place, nothing to see there. I still lodged her info for the future. The images she presented for her breeding profile were actually quite erotic. She might not have the tits of some of the other women I've seen, but she certainly made up for it with that devilishly sexy smirk and also the succubus costume she wore for one of the pictures.
I finished washing my hands, dried them out with hot air, and then was merrily on my way, once more headed towards my proper destination. I wouldn't go back through the alley, as I would have to double back, and instead went to the other end of the street than the one the alley was in, and rounded the corner to head back to the street I was walking before, taking it once again and walking straight towards my destination.
On my way there I passed a young couple of twenty somethings. I never really thought about this before, but the proliferation of breeding does produce some pretty interesting results... I know it's not really any of my business, but sometimes I do find myself wondering if some of the men whose wives interact with the program are aware that their wives do so. Each couple is their own world, of course, but...
That couple made me think. The woman is pregnant, and walks hand in hand with a girl that looks like neither her nor the man holding her other hand. As I observe them, there's a weird feeling of distance between them, but they don't seem awkward or uncomfortable with one another. I suppose even in my childhood it was the norm for couples to not really be that close or clingy with one another, I never did live through the world of old where married partners would swear total exclusivity to one another...
The days before the breeding program...
Just out of curiosity, and because I've been doing that all day, I did indeed check that woman out and yes, she had a profile for the breeding app, as well as confirmation that neither of her children were her husband's. Good for them, though, that the husband seems to be aware, since one of her requests for breeders was that they allow her husband to watch. As I walked, I absentmindedly swiped along a lot of requests, and searched with keywords...
It seems there's a lot of couples that request similar things, either to let loved ones watch, or for the total opposite, for secrecy and subtlety, because their partner was unaware of their request for breeding help.
I feel... a strange disconnect. There's something that just seems like it doesn't fit. A square peg trying to force its way into a rhombus shaped hole. Very close. Almost there in fact. But just very slightly... not right. Was I feeling sympathy for the men deceived by wives they thought loyal to them? Or was I instead feeling sympathy for the women whose unfulfilling marriages led them to such measures?
I closed my eyes and stuck my phone in my pocked, as I waited on a light to turn green so that the traffic might stop and let me walk across what had once been the only busy intersection in town, now still the busiest by far as the entire commercial district used it as its main distribution artery.
I can't bring myself to care all that much about the situation. It's something I shouldn't stick my nose into, it's something people should be fixing by speaking to one another. But then, I suppose I've dipped my wick into a lot of women whose husbands weren't doing enough for them, so I guess I fall on the women's side on this one, and I should thank their husbands for being neglectful of their sexy, lewd wives.
Speaking of which... I spy with my little eye another pair. Another breeder, you could almost pick him out from a crowd. Balding, fat, with thick square glasses, wearing a tracksuit... I know that guy, used to teach gym at my school. Guess I know what he's doing after getting fired from school...
My brow furrows as I see him pushing a young girl wearing an actual and proper high school uniform. I decided to snap a picture to scan her and run her through the app. No profile. She wasn't in the program. And she was visibly uncomfortable. Her data did pull up though. She was 19, and was still a student, making full use of the preparatory program that added one more year of high school to prepare kids for college, instituted in an effort to combat the low admittance rates of top universities. While she was eligible for the breeding program, meeting the requirements of being at least eighteen years old and having completed her mandatory high school education, she hadn't joined it, and that meant she was off limits.
We might be pretty rough sometimes, but we're not savages, and there are boundaries that cannot be crossed, not if we want to actually have some pride in what we do.
My finger moved on its own. This was just protocol, after all, and some things simply had to be observed and preparations had to be made.
I hurried along, though rather than continue heading towards the building, I instead crossed the street, deftly avoiding a man in a bicycle totally intentionally and not by sheer coincidence, I quickly approached the couple as the former gym teacher dragged the soon-to-be college student towards what I now realize is the entrance to a love hotel.
"Hey!" I called, grabbing my phone as I approached. "What the hell's going on here?"
"Get lost, dickhead, this is official breeder business," the man said with an ugly sneer, his thin and not fully formed beard and mustache making him look even dirtier, it wasn't even midday but he had a five o' clock shadow formed already as he dug into his tracksuit jacket pocket and pulled out a dirty and somewhat corroded looking card.
The girl looked terrified, eyes wide as saucers, moving back and forth between me and the card, no doubt thinking I was about to just let it go and walk away.
I snorted, raising a hand and pointing at him. "You think you're gonna convince me with that?" I asked. "That might work on some rando loser, but," I began, putting my hand in my other pocket and pulling out my wallet, from which I pulled out my own breeder license, mine still in pristine condition, practically glowing with a silver shine compared to his. I stuck it back in my wallet and then put the wallet back in my pocket. "It only takes a single scan to be able to tell that girl's not in the program asshole," I said, "let her go."
"This little bitch disrespected me!" he growled. "She was making fun of me with her friends!"
"Oh no did the barely legal girl hurt your feefees with some mean words?" I taunted him, smirking and raising an eyebrow at him, to further emphasize to him just how pathetic he is, trying to convey it through voice and body as much as possible. "Let her go," I demanded.
He growled. "Or what!" he shouted. "What'chu gonna do? I bet that license isn't even real anyway!" he challenged.
"Oh, it's real, and unlike you, I'm not enough of a loser that I have to abuse someone who didn't sign up for any of this shit," I taunted. "Or what, is your dick so small that the only way you can make a woman feel it is through rape?"
"What the fuck did you say to me you little shit!?" he nearly exploded, throwing the girl to the ground with a pull and a shove, grabbing her, "you think I'm some coward or something, huh?! You think I've got a small dick!?!" he shouted, pulling down his pants, and actually pulling out his schlong, which was actually remarkably big, as he swung his halfchub around, before stuffing it back in his tracksuit pants. "You think you can intimidate me, dickhead? I was a top athlete, I'll punch your teeth in you loser!"
"You wanna fight?" I asked, "you got an advantage, you're so greasy and covered in oil that I bet my fists would just glance off you, fatass," I said.
He clenched and raised his fists, and as he came to me, I took a step back to avoid his first swing.
"The fuck are you waiting for, dumbass, run already!" I called to the girl, who seemed to realize the situation she was in, and that she had an out, she scrambled to her feet, and after sparing me a glance she got up and bolted.
"OI! BITCH! GET BACK HERE!!!" he screamed, roared more like, turning to her, but he was quite overweight so whatever athletic accolades he might've had in his time were obviously not g ood enough to speed him up to catch an actually fit and in shape young woman, not that he tried very hard, taking a few steps adopting a rounning stance before he almost collapsed, grabbing his knees, breathing heavily and bending over.
I laughed openly and he turned to me, his face turning purple in anger. Looking closer at him he was almost magically ugly, I don't know what state you have to be in before your body starts storing fat in your forehead, but it's definitely not a healthy one.
"Why you..!" he growled as he turned towards me and started walking towards me.
"Give up, asshole, or I'll call the police," I said, waving my cellphone, raising it so he could see it.
"If you call now, by the time they get here you'll already be beat to a pulp and I'll be gone," he said, giving me an almost manic, disturbing smile as he approached towards me, raising his hands as if to grab me.
However, just as he was about to put hands in me, a hand on each side clamped down on his wrists and then suddenly his hands were being pulled away from me, and he was kicked in the back of the knee, crashing to the ground where he was subdued. A tall, broad shouldered bald man in a black suit with an earpiece and shades as dark as the night was pressing a knee on his back and holding his wrists together with one hand.
Another man in a black suit, this one with a buzzcut of hair so fine it looked more gray than black, began going through the fat bastard's pockets and retrieving his things, his card, some candy, his phone and a pocket switchblade.
"Kept you waiting, huh?"
And there was my 'savior', Tsukiko, in a tube skirt, white blouse and jacket, a good and proper work outfit.
"Oops, did I forget to mention I reported you several minutes ago?" I said, smirking down at him, just the same as before, giving him one last look at my best 'smug asshole' look.
"C-Coward!" he roared, "fight me like a man!!"
"I'm a fucker, not a fighter," I said, taunting him. "Guess you forgot what our job as breeders actually is huh?" I said.
"You, you-"
"Quiet!" Tsukiko called. "Alright dudes, you can take the scum away. We're also gonna review all his breeding activity, anything and everything you did wrong can and will be used against you in a court of law," she said.
"Lil' cunt, where's my license, I'll make you, I'll show you how to respect me when I break you on my cock!!" he roared.
The two men grabbed him and pulled him up. Buzz cut began pulling him a way to a car I swear wasn't there a minute ago.
Baldy approached me and saluted. "We'll leave miss Tsukiko in your hands for now," he said, joining his fellow in the car, which drove off with surprising speed and incredible acceleration.
Tsukiko giggled. "Man! So this is where you've been! You've been ignoring my messages and not doing your duties, when we lost our best man in this area we were starting to fear the worst!" she called, her hands coming together as she leaned forward, giving me a bright smile. "Sooo?"
"So?" I asked.
"Aren't you gonna thank me for coming to the rescue?" she asked. "We're buddies, right?"
"Right, we're friends, and friends don't do things for each other expecting a reward," I countered.
"Awwggh... dammit, I can't argue with that logic!" she said.
I chuckled, stepped into her personal space, grabbed her by her thighs and ass, feeling the smooth fabric of her skirt, thin enough that it let me feel her soft and even smoother skin underneath, and pulled her up, so she was on my level and we could share a kiss, sticking my tongue in her mouth and finding hers to engage in a lil' bit of tongue wrestling, getting myself a good taste of her preferred toothpaste and then breaking the kiss.
"There, that a good enough reward for you?"
She giggled. "If I wasn't wearing shoes my toes'd be curling~!" she said. "You know, when you wouldn't respond to my messages, I was almost afraid I'd have to resort to good old NTR to get you to look my way," she said.
En Tee Err? "What even is that?"
"Don't think too hard about it," Tsukiko said, grabbing my cheeks with her hands, though not quite as I was still grabbing hers, and caring little about how she must be exposing her entire legs as she crossed them over my waist. "Wanna head in?" she asked, gesturing towards the love hotel.
"Not today," I said, shaking my head. "I've got a date scheduled for... about ten minutes ago actually," I said, frowning as I pulled up my phone from my pocket. "You don't think your boss' gonna be pissed at me for being late is she?"
"Not if you have a good enough reason."
Both Tsukiko and I turned to the sound of the calm, cool and collected voice.
"And I'd say being a good samaritan is a pretty good reason."
Dressed in a pantsuit, already having undone her tie and stepping towards me with her suit jacket on her hands, Yoko approached me, pulling off the tie that kept her hair in a tight braid and letting her rich red hair loose, as well as popping the top button of her shirt open and letting her sizable chest puppies breathe.
Yoko was strikingly beautiful
"Hm... You know, she had the right idea," Yoko said, flicking a strand of hair away from her face and approaching me. Even though we were the same height, it still felt like I had to look up at her somehow. "Let's go in," she said, stepping past me and Tsukiko, reaching the door that opened into the love hotel lobby.
The image of the pantsuit wearing businesswoman entering a hole-in-the-wall 24 hour love hotel was a bit ridiculous. She turned back to look at us before entering, raising a questioning eyebrow.
Tsukiko and I looked at each other, and I put her down as she uncrossed her legs, and we followed after her, Tsukiko between us as I brought the rear.
The situation with the fat former gym teacher had barely got my blood pumping, and yet, as I'm heading to do the same thing I've done countless times before, I can't help but feel both nervous and excited. I feel like I'm about to get a rematch with a champion that beat me once already, like a horse chomping at the bit to prove itself.
I don't think I'm gonna get a third chance, so I'm gonna make this one be the last one I'll ever need, this I swear!
-x-X-x-
Yoko was an undoubtedly beautiful woman.
The love hotel had a shower with glass walls that fogged up and only let us see each other's figure as we showered, and I'm sure she saw that I'm already hard. I've been building up to this, preparing for this, getting ready for her specifically. I can feel the pressure of her gaze on my cock as I shower, and I deliberately stood in such a position that she could most likely see the silhouette of my cock, blurry as it might've been, on the glass.
I didn't exactly put on a big show, but I need to show her, I even made it a point to make sure my profile would show, showing the length and curve of my dick, and stroked it some to keep it as hard as possibly and so she could see me do it, knowing she was watching.
I didn't bother getting dressed as I toweled myself dry, I came out with my cock rock hard, and I immediately realized she wasn't going to shower, because she was laying on the bed in the most provocative way I could think.
She's removed her pants and her jacket's on a coathook, her shirt's buttons were opened and she's on her back on the bed, arms up as if to pull the thin white fabric of her nearly transluscent shirt off of her body, revealing her lacy, sheer bra that was cut to show off underboob and sideboob, it was probably the most erotic piece of underwear I've seen and that's coming from a breeder, many a woman has worn something sexy to try to entice me for repeat performances.
I felt my body tremble and I swear steam just came out of my nostrils as I laid eyes on her wonderful body, my eyes locked into hers, she stared at me with her eyes half lidded, bedroom eyes similar to many a woman I've serviced in my time, but her golden irises have an intensity to them that's almost scary.
A hunger, deep and terrifying, her hair was still tightly braided, and I got a rush of energy, going from the tips of my toes to the tips of my fingers and all the way to the top of my head, before bouncing from my entire body like ripples in a container that all converged on my cock, trembling and twitching as my gaze lowered to her pussy. I want to bang her into the bed, I want to breed her, I want to inseminate this woman and fuck her so hard that her braid comes apart and she becomes a mess.
My eyes took in every detail of her body, the lines of her cheeks, the shape of her nose, the slight inclination of her eyes, the angle of her brows, the curve of her chin, the contour of her neck, the muscles of her shoulders that rippled slightly as she moved, how her collarbone stood out, how the skin of her chest was flushed and pink, her breasts pushed up and into shape by her erotic and lewd top, I counted every flower and memorized their colors before moving from said bra, admiring the curve of her underboob.
Her stomach was trim, tight and her abdominal muscles showed as she squirmed a little bit in place, as if trying to entice me to hurry up already, her hips raising and twisting slightly, the muscles and bones working in tandem to create the erotic shape of a model of femininity and attractiveness, with flawless, smooth skin, in a pale color that only made the flush of her blood warming up and coursing through her body, arousal and excitement showing as plain as your erect cock.
She wore a black thong in the same style as her bra, but even tinier, strings so thin they were hiding nothing resting high on her hips, connecting a lacy, sheer triangle of fabric decorated with fabric to what I expected would likely be an even tinier triangle in the back, stretched in the front, near the bottom of her crotch, by her cameltoe, slightly darker and more opaque not because of the fabric, but because she was already wet.
As I gaze upon her I take my cock in my hands and pump it a few times, making sure I'm hard, and making sure her eyes track my movements as I do it. I've gathered a lot of experience, and I can tell that she loves seeing this, watching me, I'm not going to hide the fact that I desire her as intensely as I do, that my body burns for her, because I know it's making her intensely desire me in turn.
This is about so much more than just tab A in slot B, so much pleasure can be shared by playing with each other, without ever touching sex to sex. This show, this display, the hunger I can see in her as she directs her smoky gaze at me. This pleasure is so potent, the anticipation it's building upon me is almost asphyxiating.
The room around us is a generic love hotel room, there's a mirror in the ceiling, there's enough space for us to put our clothes but none of that matters, it's slowly fading away from my perception until only the bed, and my partner, remain. This is what it means to be a breeder, to focus not on the world around us, but to focus on our partner, to focus on the woman that we are to impregnate, and to feel this mission in my mind, this searing thought...
To breed this woman, to make her feel the pleasure of a cock plundering her and leaving her with a little something to remember the experience, for us to meet in the middle and create new life together... every woman was different, every woman wanted something different from their partner, but each and every single one that was in this program wanted fundamentally the same thing at the very core.
To fulfill a deep seated and primal desire of humankind...
To reproduce.
I stepped close to her, no longer stroking my cock. Getting on the bed, I kneewalked until I was between her legs, pushing them apart with my knees to give myself access to them. Her expression is hiding nothing, a cross between amusement, excitement and anticipation of her own as I get closer to her, until I'm looming down upon her like a titan before an unsuspecting mortal.
It's an intoxicating sensation of power that is hard to describe, it's exciting and powerful.
She doesn't speak and neither do I, even as I lean down, guiding my cock to her panty-covered mound, rubbing the dark red, almost purple head of my prick against her pussy through the wet fabric of her sheer panties. It's almost like it wasn't even there, like it were liquid and parting as my cock rubs against her cunt lips through it.
My eyes meet hers once more, her pink tongue comes out of her mouth and she licks her upper lip slowly, deliberately, as if telling me that she's savoring the sensation of my cock against her pussy, but I can also see a desire for more, for more stimulation, for greater stimulation, a desire to feel more of my cock, not on her, but in her.
And this is where it's at.
Her chest is rising and falling rhythmically, but it's obvious that she's not quite in control this time. The intensity is different, and I think she's aware that I'm not the way I was last time. I can't, won't, be overconfident this time, I refuse to let myself be the obstacle. I will pleasure this woman, I will satisfy this woman, I will invade this woman and make sure to plant my seed in her womb before I'm gone.
But enough of the melodramatic bullshit.
My right hand runs along her thigh, starting from her knee, all the way up her smooth, flushed skin until I reach her crotch, hooking around the side of her thong and pulling it aside, revealing her bare, reddened pussy lips, which seem to almost open like a blooming flower as I liberate them from the constraining lingerie, revealing her pink insides overflowing with nectar.
I can feel my nostrils flaring, I can feel the heat of my own breath, I can almost imagine the clouds of steam coming out through them.
Her body twitches, her muscles seize, and her body seems to understand what's about to happen as I once again guide my dick to her crotch, this time not bothering to play around and instead using my hand and my prick against her pink inner labia, her wet insides offering little to no resistance, and in fact, I could almost feel her wet cunt smooching my cock like a housewife greeting her husband after a day's hard work.
She's got an incredible body, every way I look at her, and just how she feels, she's incredible, on a level above the regular women I've been with... I have to keep myself in check. Even now my body's losing it as I feel the intense pleasure of her wet warmth on my cock as I rub her cunt until I feel I've found the right position.
A little push makes it clear as I begin to slip into a tight, narrow and flexible hole that offers only token resistance before it opens up and swallows me down when I push with only the slightest bit more insistence.
She gasps and so do I and it's immediately obvious neither of us wants to lose immediately but it's hard, it's incredibly hard, not just my cock but keeping myself together as I push into her body, as my cock splits her insides, the folds, creases and bumps of her pussy seem like they're straight up designed to hit the weak points and sensitive areas of my cock. Tensing my muscles, my abs, my ass, my shoulders and back, clenching my fists, leaning down and bunching up the sheets with one of my hands, I opened my eyes and realized I had almost crashed on her, our noses were almost touching, the pleasure was so intense.
But I wasn't defeated. Not yet.
Her eyes are filled at first by surprise as I look down at her, so close yet stopping at the edge. Surprise, and satisfaction.
I pushed all the way in, I made it all the way in, I'm wholly inside her, a pussy so tight that it felt like a tight velvet covered vise wrapped around my cock.
Moving my hand from the bed to her chest, I began to play with her breasts, rubbing the heel of my palm against her exposed underboob and using two fingers to play with her nipple, hard and stiff to the point it was visible even under the erotic lingerie she wore.
As I did this, I rocked my hips, left, right, up and down, not quite going in and out of her, but instead, working her muscles, getting her ready. This is not so different from fucking a tight virgin cunt for the first time, a service breeders also provided on the regular for women who hadn't found the time or opportunity for it.
But she's not a virgin, it's not the same thing, this is an immediate difference, she's not stiff, she's not stretching unused muscles...
She's looking up at me, and I can see the twinkle of amusement, she knows what she's doing, it's deliberate, she definitely knows what she's doing to me, what her body's doing to me, and she's in full control now...
But that's just not how it is.
After all, a breeder's ultimate goal is to pleasure their partner... when our role was first created, when the first among us were starting to become licensed by the state, our roles were informed by the first among us, a man who had made a fortune and empire, the legendary Doctor had laid the path for us all to follow.
And even now, his guidance applies to this day.
This isn't about me, this isn't about her.
It's about us. What we both crave even more than the raw sexual pleasure is this singular moment of connection.
It's not just the orgasm, it's the shared experience of it.
I bare myself to her, and unconsciously, she bares herself to me, because this is what we human beings are all about, we are social creatures, and we've developed into lewd creatures.
So I pull back, and I tilt my head, and I mash my lips to hers, and play with her tits with one hand and hold her down by the shoulder with the other.
I'm moving then. I'm not slow, I'm not building up. Within moments I've changed the paradigm, my kiss took her out of her groove, my tongue slipping past her lips to wrestle with her own tongue has caused her surprise, disrupted the control of our motion, the waves of pleasure from her delicious cunt didn't stop, but they changed, they became erratic, irregular, her rhythm and pace destroyed.
Because at the very core of her being I can tell that this woman wants nothing more than to be challenged, to be fought on equal terms.
She wants me to fuck her as hard as she's fucking me, if not even harder. She wants an equal, not a lesser that she can just dominate.
So I'm gonna give it to her.
And give it to her HARD.
The bed immediately starts to creak and protest, I'm not wasting any time, my muscles burn from the sudden kickstart, and I'm furiously pounding her from above, skin on skin, my knees slide back a little and my angle changes.
My hands and mouth leave her mouth and tits, I can't let her get accustomed, her body is like a drug, it's addictive and intoxicating, and the pleasure she's making me feel, especially as the living being that is her pussy adapts to my cock's shape and motions and starts to gain the upper hand again.
So I smirk, and grab her, pulling her up and onto me, moving so I can roll, ensuring that I lift her body as I do and so that I can lie on my back on the bed, while she's sitting on my lap, my cock still inside her. This isn't what she expected, but she's moving in a heartbeat, her hips raising as she plants her knees and shins and toes on the bed, placing her hands on my shoulders and chest, looking down at me with smoky eyes.
She slams down, powerfully, the slap of skin on skin resounding in the room and making my entire body feel the vibration, especially my cock in her pussy. The hair tie binding her braid together snaps, and her red hair becomes a halo sprayed behind her. Something else has snapped, and her eyes close, her expression breaks, she lets out a long, lewd and mewling moan that is so unlike her demeanor.
At a fundamental level, we understood each other, we faced each other, we matched each other.
She's bouncing, her motions are perfect, practiced, she hits the exact right angle she needs to, then twists a little, moves this way and that way, before she pulls up and then comes down again, letting me feel everything, stroking my cock with her walls while she ensures that I hit every single sensitive spot within her.
I'm not idle either. My hands reach for hers, I link my fingers with her, offering her all the support she needs, I hold her up with my strength, and she lets loose. It's no longer a competition. Sex is a two player game, and it's not a competitive one.
She's moaning, wordless cries of pleasure, and no longer holding back, so neither am I. My voice joins hers as I thrust into her from below, meeting her hips as she comes down with my own, our crotches mashing together, the pleasure melting us both, leaving reason out, every thought slipping out of my brain until nothing else matters but me, her, and the pleasure of our sexes upon one another.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she's moaning desperately, she's shaking, vibrating even, I don't know how much of a new experience this is for her, I don't know if she's ever felt like this, but I haven't, every woman, every experience is unique, and she's no different, she's no less amazing than any of the women I've been with, once, twice or more besides, the waves of pleasure crash upon me as her cunt starts going wild.
There is no competition, we just want the other to cum from the bottom of our hearts.
And the moment my goal is achieved, I let go, let loose, I can feel my balls retracting into my body, squeezing out semen, defying gravity as my cock shoots up directly into her, going as deep as it could possibly go in a single shot, as her cunt continues to stroke me from within, I can feel a sensation as if she was sucking, slurping and swallowing me up, I can feel in my mind the image of a million sperm cells rushing towards her eggs, awaiting excitedly.
She crashes down upon me, and we kiss once more, and she's rocking her hips again, and my cock is still hard and throbbing, and will be until she and I are satisfied and have had enough of each other, not to be the case for a long time yet...
In fact, we would not tire of one another, until deep into the night, when exhaustion made us both fall asleep, embracing one another, because this beautiful woman kept my cock hard and my semen flowing for several hours.
And yet...
In the morning, she slept.
When I woke up, I understood something wasn't right. Wasn't correct.
Something wasn't what it seemed.
I patted her head, kissed her cheek and left her a note. She was amazing, after all, it was the least I could do.
Dressed once again, I moved almost in a daze, like I was walking through heavy mist, until I found myself in an office I knew well.
My feet walked almost on their own, the conviction in my heart carried me. Nobody stopped me, it seemed like nobody could see me for some reason, even as people bustled around, working in administrative positions and doing typical office things.
I finally entered a small office, one assigned to a seemingly unimportant worker.
"Something's bothering me," I finally said as I entered.
"Oh hey Tsukiko, good morning, how are you, all good?" she responded jokingly.
My eyes settled on Tsukiko. There was always something weird about her, something off. Even from the first day, I remember, but I couldn't understand it, couldn't put it into words until last night, until I did everything I did with Yoko. Even though I felt like I walked in thick fog all the way up here, it felt like the blinders were gone.
"Something's bothering me about you," I insisted. "Why'd you show up to my apartment yourself? Why'd you support me so much more than the usual breeders get? Why'd you keep showing up and encouraging me?" I asked.
"You're a good guy and I like you?" she said. "I mean, not to be mean but you rocked my world you know," she said with a giggle.
"We've done it a lot but you're still not pregnant," I said, "you always seem to know what's going on, and nothing ever seems to faze you... because everything, all of this, it's just a game to you, isn't it?"
"Eh? This is my job you know!" Tsukiko protested.
"I can't even tell what you look like right now," I said, my eyes narrowed, squinting as I tried to look at her. I could see it, she had shoulder length brown hair, a slightly plain face, an average body.
But she didn't.
"It's faint, but- it's like you just slide right out of my thoughts even when I try to focus on you. It's like my brain's telling me you're not special, you're pretty but not beautiful, you've got a good body but you're neither voluptuous nor petite nor slender nor chubby, you're... perfectly average in every way, even your skin seems to be an average between tanned and pale..."
"Sheesh, is that it? Way to throw it in my face that I don't compare to-"
"Who are you?" I finally accused.
"Me?" she asked, looking at me, her eyes focusing on mine.
"You and Yoko are the same kind of being aren't you?" I asked, "the gold in your eyes is showing by the way."
"It is?!" she stood up from her chair, knocking it back and waving her hand, a mirror appearing from thin air for her to look into it - only to realize her disguise was still in place.
She looked at me, pouted and then the image of the office lady was gone, and in its place was an extraordinarily voluptuous woman. Her hair was many shades lighter than Yoko's, of an enchanting pink color, she wore a white suit jacket with no shirt underneath, showing off her body, and a tight tube miniskirt that hid nothing, dark stockings and had a pair of square rimmed glasses and a little hat that brought the outfit together.
"Oh, sheesh," she laughed. "And to think, you saw through me this easily!" she said, clapping her hands. "But I'll have to correct you on one thing. Yoko and I are nothing alike," she said, and suddenly she was on me and I was resting on a loveseat that hadn't been there before. "Yoko is a fledgling, a little kit just starting to take her first steps into the world, enthusiastic and hopeful," she spoke, her fingers cupping my chin and tilting my head up, golden eyes sparkling. "She's been hoping to meet a man that would please her, but I'm different."
"Different?" I asked.
"Oh yes, very different," she moaned, "I didn't come here hoping to meet a man," she said, and I realized that she was straddling me, hiking up her skirt to show she wore lingerie just as fancy as Yoko's.
My hands rested on her butt and on her thighs. Tsukiko was... pretty. Very pretty. Enchantingly, bewitchingly pretty, and there was much of her that I realized now was not changed even as she revealed what lurked beneath the image of the almost painfully average office worker. "Then what?" I asked, as I looked up at her.
She looked down at me.
"I'm not so passive a girl," she moaned, "I decided that in order to have the partner I wanted, I would make that partner myself," she spoke. "This world was boring, oh so boring, and the travelers brightened it up for me, but it wasn't enough, I needed more... watching over all the women who became so happy, I knew I had to have a similar happiness for myself..."
"So what then?" I asked. "Are you telling me that everything has been some sort of plan?" I asked. "For what? To get me here, now, at this point?"
She giggled. "Not so much of a plan really," she said, "I just looked for someone who had that spark I love so much, and then I just nudged you and brought escalating challenges to you~!" she said.
"Does Yoko know?" I asked.
She winked at me... most likely not, then.
"So what now?" I asked. "Are you going to... do something to me because I know?"
"What now?" she hummed. "Now," she hummed, "I want you to use every bit of experience and knowledge you've gained, and put a baby in me, my beloved breeder," she moaned into my ear.
In a moment I felt like I was falling but suddenly I was in a heavenly fluffy bed, a canopy of feathers and downy fur around us. She was nude then, and so was I. Had I walked out of the love hotel naked? Just how much power did this woman have?
"What are you really?" I asked Tsukiko.
"I believe your kind calls mine a god," she said, her hand on my cheek, "but none of that matters... come here, mortal, conquer the final frontier and breed my fertile goddess pussy, let's make a new world together..!"
She has a slightly crazed look on her face, and I realized immediately that this is going to truly be the greatest challenge I've ever faced.
But... to tell you the truth, I've never been a devout believer in any sort of religion.
And personally?
I closed my eyes, sighed and moved, grabbing her by the backs of her knees, and rolling, forcing her on her back, raising her legs and doubling her so her knees hit her shoulders, pink hair going all over.
"Goddess or whatever," I said, "you're still a woman," I said, cheekily looking down at her, "and that means this is official breeder business!"
Tsukiko is still Tsukiko, whatever else might be.
"Mhm... I think I prefer the title... wife!" the divine woman below me said. "Come and breed me, husband♥!" she said, grabbing onto my shoulders with her hands and pulling me into a kiss as I sank my flesh into hers and we became united into a single being.