The Only Fertile Man Left in Existence Part 2

“How are you feeling this morning John?” Asked Dr. Faraday. I knew she meant that in a medical sense. She took her job as the head physician of the breeding project seriously. Without waiting for me to respond she approached me and inspected my genitals with her gloved hand. She held them with a physicians disinterest….examining my penis first, followed by my testicles which she rolled between her fingers and lightly squeezed. She let them go and returned to taking notes on her clipboard.

Even in her current attire, which consisted of a lab coat and pant suit, Dr. faraday was an attractive woman. Her pale white skin contrasted sharply with her dark hair and eyes. I wouldn’t call her petite….more athletic. She’s tall and a bit lanky. If I had to guess I’d bet she was a swimmer in her earlier years. More than once, I’ve caught myself staring at the toned muscles of her back and shoulders in the gym. She’s got impressive strength. She’s religious about her exercise routine and our time in the gym often overlaps. Her toned ass looks perfect in the tight yoga pants she often wears.

“I’m good” I responded, trying to shake off the weird tension of this attractive doctor handling my cock and balls while making small talk.

“You had a good extraction this morning.” She said. “Your daily regimen seems to be working.” I nodded in approval. The regimen she spoke of consisted of planned meals, vitamins, hormone treatments…..anything they could think of to make me produce more seed and get more women pregnant. We’ve been experimenting with routine since I arrived at the ranch and apparently it’s having an impact.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” I asked. Dr. Faraday continued scribbling notes while two Med techs worked on getting a sample of my blood, checking my blood pressure, taking my temperature and pulse rate.
“Busy day” Dr Faraday said as she motioned for me to walk with her. We walked toward the door of my room and stopped as I retrieved a robe from a small rack near the door and put it on. Any more clothing than that was just an unnecessary step.

After quickly tying my robe, I followed her out the door and toward the cafeteria. As we walked, she gave me the daily schedule. “Breakfast is ready for you now. You have 30 minutes to eat before you’re expected at the breeding wall. Your quota at the wall for today is 3 but there will be 6 there. I altered your meds slightly so we’ll see if that helps you exceed quota. You have 2 hours at the wall, then you’ll be taken back to your room and you’ll have about an hour until your next appointment arrives. You have 4 appointments today so to save time your meals will be delivered there. I know it’s a lot but we’re really trying to test the limits of your productivity.” She looked up at me from her clipboard and I caught a rare smile on her face. It looked almost mischievous. “What’s that about?” I thought. I forced a smile of my own and thanked her. She parted ways with me right before the cafeteria.
At a table in the small cafeteria was a plate of food and my personal assistant with my medication.

Anna, my personal assistant, was dressed in dark blue scrubs and had her trademark beaming smile on her face. She had strawberry blond hair and kind eyes that compliment her constant sunny disposition. Being a very modest person, I could tell she wasn’t completely comfortable with the task of shuttling me from pussy to pussy all day, but she had gotten to know me over the last couple months and we genuinely liked each other.

“Good morning John!” She said enthusiastically. “Here are your medications for the day and we have some breakfast as well.” “Thanks Anna.” I said. “You’re the best.”
Anna just smiled and adjusted her hair. “Eat up before it gets cold” she added. I nodded and attacked my plate of food. The meds had their desired effect while I was eating and my thick, veiny cock was protruding out of my robe before I even finished. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Anna staring at my engorged and pulsing member. She was biting her bottom lip as she stared. “That’s out of character for her.” I thought. I brushed the thought aside as I finished my breakfast and rose quickly to head to the breeding wall.

The wall is effectively a partition that allows me access to breed women without them seeing me. Some women prefer it this way and I’m happy to oblige. I entered the room and saw that one woman was already in position. My cock ached as I dropped my robe and approached her. She was positioned on her stomach on the table which stuck through the wall. Her legs were restrained in stirrups to keep her still and allow me easy access. She had been pre lubricated by the staff and was ready for me.
As I approached, I admired her anatomy. She was obviously a larger woman. Her thick round ass was a dark mocha color which contrasted with the bright pink of her pussy. Her asshole looked tight and i wished for a moment that I could bury my cock in it as well but that’s just not how this works. A tech warned the woman that I was approaching but she still jumped at my touch. I squeezed her ass and gave it a light slap before I spread her pussy open with my fingers. I’ve been with so many women now, I like to study their body a bit just to see the differences.

Her pussy was bright pink and she had puffy outer lips that hid most of the inner bits until I spread her open. I marveled at the contrast of her dark skin against her pussy for a moment before positioning my cock and slowly driving it into her. I felt her body shudder as the head of my cock bottomed out against her cervix. I firmly grabbed her hips and began pumping in and out of her at a steady pace. I felt her pussy tense and looked down to see she had creamed all over my cock. I smiled. It felt good knowing that she was enjoying this. My balls tightened and I felt ropes of hot cum spray into her. I held my cock in her for a moment before withdrawing it, still hard, and turning to Anna to allow her to clean me up.

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