MADMAN
Y esterday’s shit ended up being longer than I expected, so I sent food up to the house for Audrey, the kids, and Slasher.
The guilt hit me when I crawled into my bed at the clubhouse.
Part of me thinks I should have dropped everything to see them yesterday, but I must put the MC’s needs first. Always.
It’s partly why I never signed up to be a traditional family man, why I chose to be a breeder instead.
No child deserves a father who can only be around part-time, who can’t offer them everything, including keeping them safe at all times.
I couldn’t bring myself to do that, so I gave up the option.
Having Audrey and the kids around is reminding me of the hard decision I made long ago and what it means for my life now.
Today’s a fertilization day, so I have to start by making my rounds and checking on clients.
Our doc made an early stop this morning already to check in on the women and studs.
Brass met with her, letting me sleep later, and we’ve gotten the all clear to proceed with today’s schedule.
After a strong cup of coffee, I make my way to the breeding hall and key in the lock code.
With a brief knock announcing my presence, I open the first door.
“Natasha. You ready?” I ask, approaching her as she lies on the organic lavender cotton sheets.
She’s in the customary breeding position we instruct all the women to start in unless they make special requests.
Stomach to the bed, completely naked, arms up by her head with her hands lying flat, tucked under her cheek as she looks off to the side.
Her legs are spread wide open, her pussy resting directly over the pleasure piece we had designed specifically for this occasion.
It’s a washable foam strip that raises off the bed just enough to lie on but not be uncomfortable, and when the breeding process begins, the ridges on it will massage the woman’s clit area.
They can apply more or less pressure with the tilt of their hips and have pleasure during the entire session if they choose to use it.
It's typical for our clients to come multiple times while being bred. We want the entire experience to be one they remember fondly.
“I’m okay, nervous.” She admits, and I’m glad she’s said something, so I can help.
“You are beautiful, Natasha. War will be eager to put a baby inside of you. Do I have your permission to touch you? To help you relax? How’s the room temperature?” She has a small remote beside her to adjust it as needed.
“Of course, thank you. And the room is perfect.”
I weave my fingers together, popping my knuckles before I reach for her bare shoulders.
During our intake process, I learned she loves massages.
I have it noted in her file so anyone in the room with her has a way to help her relax whenever needed.
My palms glide across her smooth flesh before I begin to lightly work her muscles.
I move south, rubbing across her back to the sides, close to her breasts, but without any groping.
I’m not a fucking creeper, no matter how many times these women beg me to be the one to fuck them first. It happens with nearly all of them.
They all want me because I wear the President patch, say they need their kid to come from the top.
They also mention I’m sexy as fuck, but they don’t hold my interest enough for me to bite.
She groans, “That feels amazing. Are you sure this isn’t your real business, the reason you won’t give me your cum? I could fund a wellness center for you; I’d love to back those hands with my portfolio.”
Chuckling, I move to her hips, thumbs going a touch deeper as she moans.
“I’ve learned a few things over the years, how to help a woman’s body feel good and let go of tension.
Especially before she becomes pregnant, it’s important.
I want your mind and body to be serene during this process.
” Glancing between her thighs, I find her drenched, pussy juice leaking like she’s got no other purpose in life but to fuck.
The massaging is working, and War will have no problems making his deposit.
He lightly knocks, then pokes his head in. “Brother.” I nod. He enters in nothing but dark boxer briefs, still managing to look huge and intimidating as fuck. “Natasha’s ready.”
He glances between her thighs, a smile curling his full lips at finding her soaked as he grows hard over the sight of eager, wet pussy.
His hands move to where mine are to take over the gentle, deep rubbing, and I step away.
“Natasha, you are a vision,” He mutters.
“This is an honor, I want you to know that. Your satisfaction means everything to me.”
I step out and wash my hands with antibacterial soap, following it up with some lightly scented organic shea butter for moisture since I typically need to touch women and don’t want my hands to feel like I just got done chopping a cord of fucking wood outside.
I move to the second door. My knuckles find the freshly painted surface, giving it a brief knock before entering. “Beverly, how are you today, doll?”
“Ready to get pregnant.” She replies bluntly, making me chuckle.
“Ovulation pussy is a needy one,” I mutter, and she agrees.
“Death is…Well, I warned you when you chose him, he’s well-endowed.
Did you warm up, using bigger toys so you can take him easily?
” I ask, pushing her hair out of her face.
I continue to lightly run my fingers through it, along with gently caressing her face.
“I forgot.” She lies. She wants it to hurt, for it to feel fresh, but she has no idea how truly big the brother’s cock is. I warned her, but she didn’t take me seriously, obviously.
“You should reach between your thighs and put your fingers inside. Warm up for him.” Death will be careful with her, but we always try to provide maximum enjoyment, so unless she enjoys some pain…
“Will you do it?” She asks, and I move lower.
My palms caress her ass first, rubbing and squeezing as I pull her pussy apart so I can take in how big her hole is.
This is the sort of thing you learn after years of running a breeding business, and what I think is partly why we’re as sought-after as we are.
“You enjoy fingers in your pussy?”
“Mmhm.” She nods, mouth falling open as my digits toy with her opening, eventually pushing two inside.
She immediately gets into it, rubbing herself against the pleasure piece under her clit, shifting her hips back with each pump of my fingers.
In no time, I can put a third and then a fourth inside her.
She’s moaning, thighs quaking, when Death raps on the door and slides inside. His brows go up at my hand entering and leaving her pussy, noticing it dripping with excitement. She’s ready, but I’ve seen my brother’s cock enough times to know it’s still going to be a tight, painful fit for her.
“Death is here, sweetie. He’s gonna take over. You’ve done real good so far, with that drenched pussy.”
He steps forward, massive length hanging between his thighs, commando. He asks, “How do you feel about fisting, baby doll? Can I fuck you with my hand a bit so you can take my cock better? I need to get nice and deep to give you my cum.” He’s still murmuring to her as I leave the room.
I wash my hands again, scrubbing them twice in a row this time, including using a new nail brush, then move to the third room. I gently knock and enter the room.
“Augusta, how are you, beautiful?”
She’s younger than the others. We typically get older women in here who aren’t afraid to ask for what they want.
This one, however, wouldn’t discuss much of anything.
I think she’s a bit shy around alphas, and I understand, but it also makes my job harder to do.
I firmly believe all women deserve to have sexual pleasure in their lives and should be taught early on that it’s perfectly okay.
“I’m good.”
“Ready to have a baby put inside you?”
Her cheeks flush at my question. She breathily responds, “Absolutely.”
I distinctly remember her listing dirty talk on her intake form as a turn-on on so I immediately dive in. “Is that pussy nice and wet? Needing to be pounded and filled with lots of cum?”
Her eyes grow wide as she watches me round the bed to pause in front of her face.
Our breeding rooms have special bedframes we’ve built to raise the mattresses so they’re higher than usual, the perfect height for us to stand at the edge of them and fuck, just like we enjoy.
It keeps weight off the women, along with sweat, and anything else they may find offensive.
Some prefer all of that… however they want it, we oblige.
“Hmm? Tell me you're soaked, waiting to be filled. Say it.”
She nods, stammering, “I-I am. Waiting to be filled. Needing it like my next breath. P-please?”
I bet she has a praise and daddy kink too, but we’re not diving into any more details right now, that’s what the last meeting was for.
I need to make a note just in case the first deposit doesn’t take, and she requires a bit of motivation at her next ovulation visit.
“Your stud is going to take good care of you, stretching that little pussy out with his big cock. He’ll be so proud of you, taking his cum. ”
She reaches for my hand, pulling it to her mouth where she immediately begins sucking on two of my fingers.
She forgot to note this in her paperwork as well.
If I’d known she has a sucking fixation, I would have had accommodations already set up.
“Sweetie, do you need to suck? Will it comfort you while being filled and impregnated?”