Breeding Story: Physiological purpose of female orgasm. [Breeding] [impreg] [M/f] [toys/devices] [speculum]

Let me know if you all want a part 2 (I certainly left it open for one and have ideas for it). I’ve never written about breeding or impregnation, so I’m eager for feedback– good or bad./—————————–

Every body part has a function, they are all there for a reason. Every piece of anatomy (the form) has a purpose, a physiology (the function). If I ask a woman why they have a clitoris, what purpose it serves– she’ll surely say it’s for pleasure. Ask a man and they’re likely to say the same or that they don’t know. Ask a doctor or medical expert and they will tell you that it’s believed to aid in moving ejaculate closer to the egg– That the pleasure is a nice motivator to continue, but that female orgasms are about impregnating you after receiving sperm. Afterall, most sex positions do not contact the clitoris, and those that do often don’t in a way that will lead to orgasm. 

No, that little bundle of nerves is there so that I can get my seed closer to their only goal, a primed and ready egg. And tonight you will be bred. You will be impregnated by before the weekend is over. 

You’re ovulating, I’ve had you track where you are for the last few weeks. Tonight is in a 2-3 day window of peak fertilization; the best time this month to breed your little cunt, to fill it full. And as much as I love to see that pussy overflow and dribble out, tonight you will overflow inwards. 

You’re in a red thong and bra in our basement. I’ve heard women wear more red subconsciously when ovulating, and you’re proving science right. I lead you up to the breeding bench, this isn’t about comfortable sex, this is about planting my seed deep into your garden. Your eyes grow large as you look it over, you reach out and touch the black leather cushion. It’s a rounded cylinder, dissected in half. You’ll either lie over it, straddling it– or I’ll bend you over the side of it so your ass and pussy are up and the rest of you hangs downwards over the cushion.

Honestly, I’ll have you as many times as I want tonight so you’ll experience the bench in both ways.

The straight metal legs each come down in an L-shape. There are placements for restraint attachments on each for your limbs, in case you prove difficult or need help being spread out wide.

You press into the rounded leather, it’s firm but has some give. Not plush like a leather sofa, but more like the seats in a nice car. 

The bench is sturdy, the heavy metal frame and legs don’t move an inch as you press into it with your arms. 

You’ve been denied coming for almost three weeks now. And I’ve been saving my sperm for you for almost as long. I am stiff watching you take in the setting, eyes dilated, a nervous, excited tremor just barely visible in you.

You’re body is in its more fertile state and, just a couple days before ovulating. And I will fill you so full between now and then. You will be bred by the end of the weekend. 

A tray of toys and medical devices is set up next to the bench. You look frenzied as you take them all in. Various sized plugs and yoni eggs, a speculum, vibrators, surgical scissors, a couple types of lube, and different length applicators, a gag and a blindfold. 

“Why the plugs, Daddy?,” You turn and ask, concern in your voice. “I thought you’d be filling my pussy tonight. I want you to give me a swollen belly; I want a baby,” you say, full of urgency and need.

“Don’t you worry, princess,” I reassure you. “You will be bred. But if I have you bent across this bench with your sweet little asshole so accessible, there’s no way I am ignoring it.”

Your face melts into a pitiful pout. “But you’re supposed to stuff my pussy,” you whine.

“And I will over and over again,” I say reassuringly before adding more haarshly, “And when I stretch your little pussy wide from fucking you hard over this bench, I will plug you up so it feels even tighter when I come back to breed you later.” 

You consider this, and seem content with my response. “Hmm well why the different eggs, then?”

“I’ll plug your pussy with one after I cum inside you. It will help stop any of that precious seed from leaving your sweet little pussy, and as I stretch you out we’ll have to use bigger and bigger eggs, babygirl,” I say.

I am so stiff telling you how I’ll breed you.

“And this?,” You question, holding up the metal duck-billed speculum timidly. “It looks scary.”

“We may not bother with it,” I say. “But if at the end I feel like my sperm isn’t reaching your uterus, I may need to open you up and get a good look at your cervix, little one.” 

“Will it hurt?,” You ask quietly. 

“So many questions,” I sigh. “You can take pain,” I say confidently. “And no, it may be cold and make you feel stretched, perhaps a little discomfort but no pain. You want to be bred, don’t you?,” I lie to you– this isn’t really the reason I have the speculum here; you’ll find that out all too soon.

“Yes, please Daddy,” you say accepting what may come. “Please breed me,” you whine, “I’ll be good!”

“I know you will, you’ll take my cum like the good little slut you are,” I respond, ready to start. “Now no more questions or I’ll put that gag in now,” I threaten. 

You look back at the tray of toys nervously. “Up on the bench,” I command. “Straddle it like a good girl.”

You climb up and lie down on it, hugging it to your body. Your ass and pussy at the perfect height to be filled over and over. Your red thong doing almost nothing as far as concealing your ass. There’s a nice darker red damp spot where your pussy lips meet the cloth. My cock throbs longingly.

“I’m going to blindfold you now,” I say. You interrupt with a “But–,” before I cut you off and continue, “I want you only to focus on what you feel, relax and imagine how swollen that tummy will be. You certainly won’t be able to lie like that in a few months.” 

You’re hushed and ready as I slip the blindfold over your eyes. 

I pick up the surgical scissors and warn you not to move. I snip away your thong from the sides. “I liked that one,” you complain as you feel it cut away. I pull the red stringy fabric out from underneath you and toss it on the tray.

“Then you should have removed them before getting up there,” I say. You hurriedly undo your bra so it doesn’t get the same fate. It drops to the floor a few feet away. 

I admire your body in such a vulnerable position. Your sex so deliberately placed, all for the sake of being fucked until you’re filled with cum.

Your lips glistening, your asshole a small exposed pucker. I dip my index and middle finger into your lips and use them to expose your entrance, making them into a V and spreading your slick labia apart. Your little hole is there, you clench as the cold air hits it, and I watch your hole contract and relax. “Mmm, do that again,” I command.

“Do what?,” You ask innocently. I smack your lips, not hard, a warning.

“Another kegel,” I say, examining your hole again. 

You do, you tighten, holding it for 5 seconds and relaxing again. “You feel how closed that makes your pussy,?” I ask.

“Mm hmm,” you quietly out moan your response. 

“Remember it,” I say firmly. “It won’t feel that closed for awhile.”

You gasp as I insert my index finger into you slowing, still holding your lips apart with my other hand. I push into your depths, exploring your inner anatomy. Probing your warm, sticky walls. Gliding it over your insides. I can’t wait to see them, in fact, I decide not to wait any longer.

I pick up the surgical steel speculum. It is a good weight, cold in my hand. It makes a metallic sound as I pick it up from the metal tray. 

You stir and move your head towards me, unable to see. “What’s that,” you implore.

“Just rearranging the toys” I lie, deciding now is a good time to bind you to the frame beneath the cushion you’re spread over. “I think it’s best we secure you,” I say, wrapping the leather cuffs that are chained to the frame around your wrists and ankles.

I watch you breathe harder in anticipation.

I return to the speculum. You’re already so wet, but I drizzle water-based lube around it’s bill anyway. 

Working quickly, I spread your lips apart with my fingers, find your hole and stick those same two fingers just barely inside you. I press down and align the small end of the speculum’s head against your hole, immediately inserting it past my fingertips. You gasp as I insert the cold metal device slowly into your vagina. I remove my fingers and slowly open the blades of the speculum. I screw it in place quickly. You’re squirming in place, and keep going to say something, to protest, but don’t know what to say or to think.

“Does it hurt, princess?,” I ask, knowing I avoided putting pressure on your urethra and didn’t pinch you, so it shouldn’t.

“Mmm,” you start thinking and moaning your answer, “no… I just feel so… open,” you say meekly.

“Oh you are, kitten, and we’ll make you even more open in just a moment” I say, before teaching you about your body. “I wanted to see your cervix, wanted to see it small and round. It won’t look like this again– After I breed you, it will look like a slit after childbirth. 

You moan as I describe this to you. You want to be bred so badly. 

“How do you feel about that?,” I ask. “Never having a small, round cervix again?”

“I don’t care,” you exclaim excitedly. “I want a round belly, not a round cervix!” 

“And you’ll get it,” I croon, slowly twisting the speculum blades open. You let out a little gasp as you feel it widening your vagina for me laterally.

Why are all the best parts of a woman pink? Her pink little tongue, her kissable pink lips, her rosy labia, and the incredibly pink insides of her pussy. 

I screw the speculum open further, and marvel as it opens you up. I grab a flashlight and shine it into your girly depths. Your cervix is indeed round and undeniably pink.

I describe what I see to you, realizing you’ll never see yourself like this. “You are such a pretty pink, babygirl,” I tell you. “I see your cervix, it is so round, covered in smooth pink tissue. It looks like puckered lips ready to kiss, making a little “O” with its tiny opening in to middle.”

“Is it far away?,” you ask breathing hard, turned on as I tell you more.

I continue my study, verbalizing what I see in terms you’ll understand. “It’s not close, but I will be able to fill it with my cum. It’s at the back, my seed will travel up through it’s narrow opening and deep into your uterus.”

You moan at the thought. I go on “They’ll find the egg you’ve released in your Fallopian tube, and join it to eventually make a baby.”

“Mmm please, please fill me up,” You beg. 

“Yes, princess, soon,” I say calmly. “You’re going to endure a lot over the next few hours, but you’ll be bred.”

“I’m ready,” you plead. “Please.”

“I know,” I say tenderly. “Hush now,” I command as I slip the ball gag in between your pretty pink lips and secure it.

I open the speculum up as wide as it allows. It’s amazing how you go from just a few centimeters naturally to nearly 1.5 inches wide forced with the medical device. 

I can see your g-spot and your rigid pussy walls. Your insides are coated in a slick, clear liquid. I can fit two fingers inside you easily with the speculum holding you open for me. I probe them inside you, feeling all the forms and bits of you I’m not used to seeing. I remove my fingers and rub them together, it makes stringy ropes as I pull my fingers apart. Your lubrication is so interesting at this stage of your cycle. It’s slick instead of runny. Almost sticky, eager to trap sperm so it doesn’t trickle out of you.

I need it coating me. To feel those walls around me, and unleash my load against your cervix.

I slowly unscrew the blades, watching your hole shrink back down until it’s nearly closed. Making sure not to pinch you, I remove the device. 

You’re entrance is slightly wider now. Your hole is so wet, your own fluids and the residual lube from the speculum leaving behind the most beautiful glistening invitation.

I line my cock up to you. It is throbbing so hard. I look at my rod, giving you a couple seconds to quiver against the breeding bench desperately. I admire the tool I’m about to use, it’s veiny and thick and leaking precum. I rub my tip against your hole, smearing it with your wetness, coating my glans before shoving into you. 

You mumble muffled moans against the ball gag. I thrust into you hard. It’s crazy going from a stiff erection, to the feeling of being inside you. I’m still stiff, but now surrounded by a constant feeling of pleasure instead of just arousal. It builds, wave after wave. I’m not interested in what you feel, how you feel, if you want slower or softer. All I care about is cumming inside you. Spreading my seed, filling you full, impregnating that empty womb.

I fuck you hard, only thinking of how it feels for me. I pump into you, my cock is so solid, so ready to cum inside you after 17 days of saving my load. 

I ram into you over and over. Fucking you relentlessly for 10 minutes until my tip starts to feel a tingling sensation. At that point, every thrust pushes me closer to cumming. 

I fuck you harder. You can tell I’m close, you start clenching around me, trying to milk what you can from me with the pussy walls I’m battering against. I hit that point of no return, I clench, letting it build as long as I can.

I pound into you a couple more times and explode against the back of your pussy. All you can do is take it. I spew into you, rope after rope of hot cum shooting against your pinkness. Your magenta walls will look great painted in a temporary thick white coating. 

I lose count of the times my cock spills into you. 12? 14? I withdraw from you slowly, you clenching around me as I pull out, trying to keep as much of my ejaculate inside you. 

Your entrance is a few centimeters wider than when I removed the speculum. I grab a yoni egg that’s wider than you, about the size of a large chicken egg. It’s attached to an even smaller egg, linked with a thin gold chain. I put the larger egg up against your sore hole, using the narrower end of the egg to scoop up any seed that’s trying to escape. I push it into you slowly. Your pussy suctions it inside as I push, until it’s fully inside you, plugging your hole. I lube up the other little egg, and hold it against your asshole. You start squirming and trying to speak around the gag. I pretend not to notice and slowly push the hard egg into you. Reveling at the sight of it stretching you before disappearing into your tight hole– Just a little gold chain exposed between your two holes.

I wipe off my hands and remove your blindfold and ball gag. “Thank you, Daddy!,” You say exhausted, but happily. “I can’t wait to be pregnant.”

I smoothe your hair and look at you, my bred bride. Your reddened cheeks, drool coated chin, bound limbs, cum trapped inside your pussy, and a stone egg in your ass. “We aren’t done yet, little momma,” I say. I lube up the smallest vibrator on the tray. “We have to make you come, your internal muscles convulsing will help move the sperm further into you.”

“With the eggs inside me?,” You ask, eyes wide.

“Yes, we can’t have all that seed leaking out of you,” I remind you. I walk behind you, out of your sight. 

You’re hugging the bench. I slide the vibrator into your labia pushing it upwards towards your clit, sandwiching it between the bench and your wet lips. Your body jolts when it touches your clit. 

“It’s gonna be too much,” you panic before I switch it on. “With the eggs and now this,” you continue.

“You can handle it, princess,” I say more indifferent than reassuring. “You want this.” I switch it on the lowest setting. 

“Ahhh,” you moan through your teeth as I crank it up a couple notches. The breeding bench’s leather is slick with your sweat and wetness. You start humping the bench as best you can while cuffed. 

It’s a hot sight– watching you trying to bring on your orgasm faster. Knowing what all is inside you makes my cock stiffen slightly. I turn it up more until it’s full blast.

You stop humping, and let it work you, overstimulating your little, swollen clit. After a minute, your breathing has picked up considerably and you’re straining against the cuffs.

An “oh… oh… OH, oh yes,” is pulled from your mouth. You cry out loudly as you cum hard, convulsing around the eggs inside you. Propelling my cum deeper into your womanhood.

I switch off the vibrator and pull it away from you. You’re panting, limbs now so lifelessly hanging off the bench.

“I’ll be back,” I say as I take the used speculum, vibrator, and gag upstairs with me to clean. “Rest a bit before I fuck you again.” I leave you in the basement on the breeding bench, giving my seed a chance to swim into your cervix and up your uterus, and your ass time to get acclimated to having something inside it.

We’ll have another go at it in an hour or so, and I’ll be back to let you up in about 25 minutes. 

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Thoughts?

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