The Only Fertile Man Left in Existence Part 3

Anna smiled warmly as I approached her. She was sitting on a bench at the edge of the room with a cart full of supplies next to her. It was always her job to clean me up and prepare me for the next woman. She always seemed to take an odd satisfaction in the opportunities she got to touch me. “Wow” she said as I got closer to her. She looked, wide eyed at the thick, milky coating that covered my cock and balls. A small strand began to drip from the head of my cock and she caught it with her gloved hand. “Nice catch.” I joked. She looked up at me and giggled. “I have a lot of practice” she said with a smirk. Anna had done this hundreds of times by now. Her job was to first clean any fluids from my genitals, then inspect me and take notes. I’m not really sure what exactly she looks for but it’s always the same routine.

A table that resembled something you would see in a massage parlor was near her bench and cart. As I had done every day for months I walked to the table and laid on my back. Stirrups at the foot end of the table helped position my feet and legs out of the way to give her easy access to everything between my legs. Anna dutifully cleaned my cock, balls and even my ass since fluids tend to run down that direction while lying on the table. Sometimes when she cleans my ass, she bumps the device (the prostate stimulator and monitor that gets inserted into me every morning). This…produces a surprisingly intense sensation. I guess it’s because it’s already positioned to directly stimulate my prostate. It’s like a jolt of electric pleasure shoots through my body. I try to keep a good poker face when she does it but I think she’s aware of it….sometimes I think she might do it on purpose. On this occasion she successfully avoided it and completed her post breeding procedures.

I dismounted the table and walked over to the staging area. A spot in the room where I waited and prepared to breed the next woman presented to me at the wall. My cock hung semi-erect. Periodically, Anna would appear in front of me and press down on my cock, testing how much resistance there was to her pressure. They call this “testing engorgement.” Basically, she’s documenting how hard my cock is. They track almost everything here in an attempt to optimize the process. Apparently, keeping me fully erect between breeding can be a bad thing…but allowing me to go fully flaccid is also not good. So the combination of “the device,” the drugs, and the touch of gloved and lubricated hands of the staff give me some necessary stimulation to keep me at the right level of arousal. An older woman with blond hair and a motherly demeanor approached me in the staging area at Anna’s request. She placed one hand on my hip to anchor herself to me and began slowly caressing my cock with her other hand. I looked into her eyes and smiled as her gloved hand, covered in warm lubricant, slowly stroked my member. My cock began to grow and soon I was rock hard and pre-cum oozed from the tip. I patted her on the shoulder and thanked her for preparing me as I saw the staff finishing preparations on the next woman I was to breed.

This woman was on her back with her legs spread wide by stirrups. The table was set with the woman’s ass lower than her head and the stirrups pulled her legs toward her head. As I approached the staff attendant informed me that the woman had requested that I be rough with her. I also noticed a jeweled plug protruding from her ass (also at her request.) Her skin was a lighter than the last woman. The tan tone made it difficult to guess her ancestry. She looked to be young and athletic. Her waist pulled in tightly snd her stomach was flat, her ass was round and her hips formed a beautiful hourglass figure. With her legs restrained toward her head, her anatomy was on full display. Her pussy had pronounced lips that protruded out of it. They were a darker color than the rest of her skin. Her clitoral hood was visible and pronounced just below a tuft of black hair.

I ran my hands from the backs of her knees down to her thighs and then her ass. I grabbed the plug protruding from her ass and pulled out on it slightly. It was jeweled on the end but the plug was shiny and metal. I saw her breathing quickie and the bulb of the plug expanded her asshole, allowing part of the plug to exit…I then slowly pressed it back inside her and slapped her inner thigh.her body shook with anticipation. I slapped her thigh again and moved my other hand to the hairy mound above her pussy. Letting my thump fall down to just above her clit. I pulled upward to retract the hood and then used my other hand to slap my hard cock against her pussy hard. The impact jolted her body, the head of my cock impacting her exposed clit was getting an obvious reaction. I spread her pussy open with both hands and pressed the tip of my cock against her warm and wet opening. She frantically tried to press her body downward to get me inside of her. I wouldn’t allow it. I slapped her ass hard snd squeezed her thigh tightly to hold her in place before inserting just the head of my cock….and then pulling it out. Her hips bucked snd churned trying to bring back the pleasurable rod that had entered her snatch. I repositioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy and slammed it home to the hilt. My balls clapped loudly against her ass and I heard a gasp and then a loud moan escape her body. I gripped her legs tightly and plowed into her over and over again. Her hips lifted off the table and her pussy clenched hard as a rush of clear liquid erupted all over my stomach and ran down my genitals. I pulled my cock out and rubbed her clit furiously as she continued to squirt all over me and the table. I re-inserted myself and fucked her with animalistic intensity. I felt as if I might break her in half. Then my balls tightened and I filled her little pussy with a huge load of my potent seed. It felt good….natural…..perfect. Another pussy bred and with any luck, more offspring.

I emptied every drop of my load into her and then returned to Anna for my routine. She chuckled at the amount of my body covered by the woman’s juices. She motioned for me to follow her to a shower in a side room next to the breeding wall. After a quick shower, I returned to the wall and repeated the process 3 more times with 2 older fair skinned women who stayed obediently still and quiet as I filled their wombs, and a petite and pale skinned woman with a tuft of red hair above her tiny pink slit…..her pussy was by far the tightest of the day and I worked slowly to avoid hurting her before pumping her full of baby batter. This brought the total to 5 women in 2 hours and 6 total loads of cum on the day. “Nice work” Anna quipped. “Thank you” I responded. “Just doin’ my job.” She smiled and followed me out of the room as we walked back to my quarters to prepare for the first appointment of the day.

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