How do you fantasize breeding?
Okay so I fantasize it in a lot of different ways, but here’s my current fantasy:
I’m in a doctor’s office. It doesn’t matter what for, but scheduling conflicts mean I have to meet with someone other than my primary. I’m waiting, a little chilly in the sterile room, when an older man with graying hair walks in, my chart in hand. We start speaking, the specifics never clear, but the conversation culminates in him scheduling a quick procedure for that afternoon. I’m a little hesitant, but I trust this doctor. He leaves me alone in the room for about half an hour while the nurses prep the space and I get undressed.
When he comes back his cheeks are a little red and he has a silver tray in hand with a little metal jar on it and a wide mouthed syringe, like the type vets use to feed animals. It’s just him and me. He tells me to lie on my back and scoot my butt to the edge of the bed, gently spreading my legs and guiding them into the stirrups. I feel exposed as my hospital gown lifts and my pussy is exposed to the chill air of the room. He sets up a cloth divider, separating my top half and bottom half and preventing me from seeing him where he stands between my legs. Then he comes up next to me, guiding an oxygen mask to my face and telling me to breathe deeply. Everything slowly goes black…
Once I pass out, the doctor returns to the other side of the divider, where my pussy is waiting for him to violate it. He snaps on a pair of blue latex gloves and brings his hand down to brush against my slit. When I make no indication that I felt it, he slowly guides his finger deeper, passing through my folds until he reaches the pucker of my hole. Slowly, he presses a finger in, my unstretched pussy tight around even his index. He fingers me gently, first with a single finger and then two, working me open until I don’t resist the intrusion. When he finally pulls his hand away I’m wet, slick glistening on his gloved hand. “What a sweet little pussy you have,” he mutters hungrily.
He reaches over to the silver tray and pops the lid off the container. Inside is a viscous white goo. I don’t know it, but when he left me to get undressed he went and jacked off twice in the staff bathroom, filling the jar as full of his seed as he could. He grabs the syringe, dipping it in and pulling the plunger until it’s as full of cum as it can be. Turning back to me, he brings the dripping tip up to my cunt, wiping the excess cum off by dragging it through my slit. With one hand he spreads my lips wide, and with the other he inserts the syringe, pressing it against my hole until the wide cylinder forces it’s way in. He goes in about half way, before pulling it out a little, watching my pussy cling to it. In and out, he slowly fucks me with the syringe full of his cum. “Look how good you take it,” he murmurs. “I bet you love this. You’re going to be so full of my seed by the time I’m done, there’ll be a baby brewing in that womb of yours before you reach the parking lot.” He slides the syringe in further, only stopping when the barrel has completely disappeared inside me and the finger rests press tight against my skin. Slowly, he presses the plunger down, flooding my cunt with his thick semen. He waits for a moment and then pull his tool out, watching my hole clench around nothing as he refills, a few drops of white slipping out and tracing down the curve of my ass. He slips the syringe inside me again, this time only half full, and can’t stop from palming himself through his pants as his thumb presses down the plunger and seeds me again.
Keeping the barrel inside me, he carefully removes the plunger. When he kneels he can look inside my most intimate parts through the clear plastic; at my soft pink pussy and the thick white cum he filled it with. Finally, he divests himself of his gloves and unzips his pants, pulling his thick cock out and jacking off as he watches my cunt pulse around the syringe he used to violate and fill me, as he watches his semen slip through the tight ring of my cervix and into my unknowing and unprotected womb. When he feels himself getting close he can’t hold back anymore, staggering to his feet and teasing the syringe out of me. My pussy clings to it, unwilling to let it go, and clenches once it’s gone. Then, with one smooth motion, he plunges his cock into me.
I jerk even through the anasthesia as his fat cock forces it’s way inside, bulbous head reaching deeper than the syringe and slamming against my cervix. If I was awake I would be crying from the burn of his sudden intrusion, at the way it felt like he was going to split my tight pussy in half from his girth alone. As it was, I only whimpered a bit in my sleep.
There’s no slow or soft period. He grinds his thick head against my cervix before pulling out and slamming his cock back in, fucking me deep. He feels his cock beat against my cervix with every thrust of his hips and pushes in deeper, aiming for the impossible and trying to break through. I’m crying in my sleep at how roughly he fucks me, but he can’t see that past the curtain. My cunt is the only thing about me that matters anyways, even my trembling thighs only useful for how he can use them to pull my hips towards him and fuck me deeper.
The room echoes with the slap of flesh on flesh as he drives into my pussy over and over, desperate to cum inside me and fill my womb for the third time. The semen that wasn’t yet absorbed into my body, wasn’t yet seeking out an egg to fertilize, acts as lube, slicking my cunt even further. It collects at the base of his cock, dripping on the floor and splattering across both our lower bodies every time his hips violently meet my ass.
As he reaches his end he pounds into me deeper, harder. He’s frenzied as he does his best to pry open my cervix with just the blunt tip of his cock. It’s my whimper that does it, driving him over the edge. He grips my thighs bruisingly tight, pulling my hips towards him until he’s buried to the hilt inside my abused hole, twitching balls pressed against the skin of my ass. He empties his load deep inside me with a snarl, having too much self-restraint to yell. He pants, keeping his cock still to encourage as much of his seed as possible to fill my womb.
Looking at my trembling lower belly, he can almost picture it. The thick white liquid slipping into my young womb, filling it to the brim with his semen. The individual little sperm invading an unknowing me, searching out an egg and forcing their way inside, fertilizing it much the same way he did me. All his fallen little soldiers who couldn’t impregnate me dripping from my cunt and flooding my panties, smearing along my lips and slicking my every step. His cum lubricating my every step and my uncomfortable, blushing face as I feel my lips slide against each other as I leave his office.
He starts thrusting again.
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I wake up to the doctor at my side, feeling sore down below in a way I’ve never felt before. It feels like my very cervix is bruised, making even sitting up painful. I cover myself with my hospital gown once I’m upright, and I’m not sure why the doctor smiles.
He explains to me that the procedure went well, and I’m cleared to go home. He says that I’ll probably feel sore down there for a few days, but that I shouldn’t worry about it and let it heal in it’s own time. I follow along as best I can, but I’m distracted by the wet feeling I notice between my legs. I try to subtly shift, wincing at the movement. The doctor smiles at me one last time before leaving me to get dressed. I move slowly, trying to accommodate for the ache I feel deep inside. I don’t notice the thick white seed dripping from my cunt, or how my panties smear it over my skin. I don’t notice the sperm inside me finding an egg and burrowing in, fertilizing me. I don’t notice the doctor’s sly grin as I check out, watching me shift from side to side with pink cheeks and a frown. I don’t notice any of it.
