A Licensed Breeder in a Hentai Logic World 19

Now, don't get me wrong, just because I spend most of my time attending to the lovely ladies' of the world's physical needs and problems, doesn't mean I don't have other kinds of good times if and when there's an opportunity for them. So it really wasn't too crazy for me to find myself not hip deep in an aftercare session, even as I met up with two of the women I've bred in the past.

Of course, I'm hardly the sort that likes romantic movies. I'm a man of actions, horizontal action, I prefer a little bit of the old in-out, in-out, as my form of entertainment. And personally, I wouldn't have pegged the slutty women who I met up with as romantics.

But by just turning my head I can see a woman who looks like she's trying way too hard to look like a slutty high schooler, with a massive pair of tits that was spilling out of her top, hair dyed two different colors and wearing a skirt so short that it revealed her tiny thong, and she's bawling her eyes out at the scene where the two main characters of the story have to say goodbye for the last time.

It was a decently old movie, an old classic, rereleased, about a tragic accident on a boat in freezing cold water, apparently a quasi-true story, mostly the romance bits were all invented by the screenwriters.

Now, Tamaki was weeping like a baby, but caring even less than me about the romantic story was Shouko, whose ash-brown hair was much closer to her real hair tone, though she was by no means less erotic than her partner in lewds, with her own extremely voluptuous body almost entirely on display, as she had already cast off the trappings of her clothes.

And for her part, Shouko was busy blowing me, because she was extremely bored with the two hour romance. Honestly, I feel a little bad about that because while I found the romance a bit silly, especially considering the man supposedly overcame his herbivorous disposition to bring himself to blow the female lead's back out in a car, but the characters were quite compelling.

But hey.

What the fuck did I care about any of that?

Getting my dick sucked by a woman I've impregnated is a privilege I really can't ever have enough of.

My hand came down to rest on the back of Shouko's head. I can't tell you how many times I had done this in my imagination, back in my school days. Both her and Tamaki. Unfortunately I wouldn't get my license until quite a bit after leaving high school.

Sighing, I relaxed and accompanied her movements, my hand moving from the back of Shouko's head all the way to her waist, rubbing along her spine. She was only wearing a leopard print thong in bright purple, she usually wore fancy stuff to begin with but it seemed she'd cottoned on to the fact I liked her gal getup, so she always wore that stuff specially for me.

Even as it went out of fashion in the world of partners for hire.

"They was so close!" Tamaki whispered, her voice a little hoarse due to her crying, and she was interrupted by sobs as she wiped at her eyes with a slightly greasy napkin. "Aww, c'mon man, jus' climb on!"

The blonde was so absorbed in the movie that she didn't even notice the fact that over on this end, me and Shouko were already getting a march on her.

Bobbing her head up and down rapidly, the object of a thousand boys' fap material back in highschool, and probably a lot more now that she could do porn legally, seemed entirely dedicated to nothing but slurping every last drop out of me, her cheeks hollowing out as her lips left colorful trails on my shaft.

She looked up, her big eyes full of mirth as she caught my gaze with hers, and then she glanced at Tamaki, who was covering her face to not see the scene of the male romantic lead meeting his end in ice cold water.

Pulling her head back, Shouko let my cock out of her mouth and then kissed the tip, before she aimed my cock, and then she dove between my legs, taking my balls into her mouth and managing to pop them both in, it honestly was quite impressive at first and then I couldn't think about that because of just how amazing it felt.

Her skill was incredible, she had clearly practiced how to suck on and lick a pair of balls, she was an absolute master of testicular worship, but more than that, she didn't miss a beat, grabbing my cock in her hand firmly, squeezing it to match and exceed the pressure her mouth had put me in, and then stroked me to completion while stimulating my balls.

All to make sure my orgasm was as mighty as it came, and she succeeded, and then guided my cock's eruption right onto her friend, the other woman I'd fapped many times thinking of, and now, got the privilege to bukkake.

Cumming like that felt almost as good as cumming deep inside a pussy to fertilize it, the satisfaction wasn't the same, but, glazing a super hot woman with my semen is a satisfying idea of its own.

Especially since I got a lot of it all over her face and belly, which was protruding ever so slightly from her unbuttoned shirt.

She stopped, mouth hanging open, and suddenly it was like the tears from the emotional scene weren't even there, because offense took over, and she immediately shoved Shouko off of me while one hand was grabbing her thong and then once she moved it out of the way, she plopped her tight ass, expertly, on my cock, managing to penetrate herself on me.

"If yer' gonna play dirty, then I'll too!"

Her whisper was low and harsh and her voice was furious, but there was no point in holding in her voice there when she immediately started moaning. A couple people looked over, and I pulled the little card that marked me as a breeder from the drink holder on the seat, and almost everyone that looked to be offended at what was happening instead returned to watching the movie.

Thanks to the explicit sex scene, the movie was R18, which meant the theater was a place in which, theoretically, no minors could run into us, making it perfectly in line with the legal requirements for breeding activity.

Some others, however, sort of stayed to watch, both men and women, leaning over seats, looking over their seats.

I pushed Tamaki forward and she caught the seat in front of mine, and yelped as I began pounding her ass from behind. The aisles were just big enough that with a little maneuvering, Shouko could work her way between my legs and under my crotch, once again taking over the task of licking my balls.

I looked down, having to look around Tamaki's body to see Shouko's own belly, slightly perkier and more forward than Tamaki's. They were so similar, yet so different, that it felt incredible to be able to compare them.

Properly grabbing Tamaki's hips, I went off on her fully, pounding her ass from behind until I drove her to a screaming orgasm over the start of the credits roll, which featured a compilation of scenes from the movie.

While I would make a genuine and honest attempt at imitating the pose used by the protagonist in the car scene when it came up, it might be physically impossible. Not that Shouko or Tamaki were complaining...

And speaking about complaints...

I met with the agent of the international organization, BREEDER, for coffee.

I took mine with milk and sugar, honestly there's a time and place for a wake up shot of pure caffeine to my veins, and that afternoon was neither the place nor was it the time. But what it was the time and place for, was for Victoria to get the cream she preferred to drink her coffee with.

Semen.

She wanted semen on her coffee. Cum coffee. Cumffee, if you will. The latest international craze, apparently it was all the rage overseas. Not that I cared about what was happening overseas, no, what was happening between my legs was way more important.

I looked down and under the table. The café we were at had long tablecloths that were designed in such a way that you couldn't see what was happening under them unless you were directly at the table and directly on one of its seats, it sort of looked weird at first but the way they parted reminded me of a heated pad with thick blankets, a kotatsu but worse.

She was, unfortunately, not showing at all. We met rarely, she had to travel a lot for her job, and though it was part of her work to sample the world's greatest breeders, she always lifted my spirits, because she came back to me every time, simply because none other could make her feel like I did.

My ego soared every time she dropped by.

And looking at her perky black ass swinging, her blue spats stretched by it, was definitely making other things get bigger too.

She fished my cock out of my pants, and licked her lips, looking up at me, raising a finger to her lips to tell me to keep quiet. Technically speaking, she wasn't supposed to visit breeders she had already probed, unless they failed the test, and even then, she had a six month waiting period. It was a deliberate rule to prevent attachment.

So she really, really shouldn't be opening her mouth and deepthroating me like she was doing. Bobbing her head up and down. Looking up at me just under the tablecloth. Slurping and sucking and swallowing, drinking my precum and making sure to leave me thoroughly covered in her saliva.

I relaxed and let her do her thing, while taking a sip of my coffee, even as I was getting sucked off.

Without me noticing, she had somehow managed to pull off the spats she wore under her miniskirt, and brought them up to my crotch, covering my shaft with them and ensuring the extra warm and extra wet spot that had just been pressed against her pussy moments ago was stretched over my glans, before she started stroking me with her hands, then once again, taking the tip of my cock into her mouth, combining a blowjob, spatsjob and handjob all at once.

At the same time, the waitress of the café, a young lady that seemed fresh off of school in an extremely short maid uniform, came over.

"Hello master, have you been served?" she asked, holding a platter over her chest, which was almost exposed due to the thin fabric of her apron and the low cut of her dress.

I hummed, and grabbed my phone, idling firing off the app and making sure to log her details. Yep. She was there. I made a mental note of it, then turned back to her. "Yes I-"

And then I was interrupted as I was deepthroated again, spats and all, wincing.

"I've, huh, been served already-" I flinched as Victoria started going even harder on my cock, losing no time at all and trying to drive me towards orgasm. "Actually, can you bring me a cold drink? Sparkling water please," I said.

"Alrighty! I'll be right with you master!"

She turned around and skipped away, the movements causing her skirt to raise and expose her similarly maid themed underwear.

As if offended that my attention was wandering, Victoria redoubled her effort, and did everything in her power to recapture and maintain my attention, enough so that before long, I'd wind up dragging her to the store's bathroom...

Unfortunately, that would be the last time I orgasmed.

For about three days.

It was utter torture and by the dawn of the third day, I was just about ready to explode.

It was basically a combination of everyone being busy, and there being no unfulfilled requests within traveling distance for the first time in ages. It was so strange to be in that position and situation that the first day I spent more time being confused than anything else. The second, I was already annoyed. By the third, frustration gave way to a deep seated ache in my balls.

And it was on the night of the third day of my involuntary celibacy that someone finally popped up in my radar, a woman who was ready and breedable.

I followed the directions given to me through the app and arrived at a rather fancy apartment building with the latest tech on the door, and was then taken to the penthouse suite, where someone who I guessed was the CEO of some company lived. Frankly, I cared little about anything other than getting to empty my balls.

So when the door to the fancy penthouse suite opened and revealed Yoko, the sexy redhead who had once trampled my masculinity and gave me my very first taste of being defeated by a woman, I...

Admit it.

I could not bring myself to give a shit about any of that and only cared that she was a breedable woman ready to get down.

So when she opened her mouth to speak I stole a kiss, and then kicked the door closed as I grabbed her and carried her into her own apartment.

I barely saw that she was living in the lap of luxury, but I did note she owned an entire home theater setup, and more importantly, noted that there was a large couch set in front of it. I carried her to said couch, and then the two of us made short work of her slacks, pulling them off and tossing them away, revealing her crotchless panties.

"I had been hoping to use the opportunity to tease a new breeder, but, getting properly bred is fine too," she said, a little cheekily.

Her panties were open and revealed her gushing wet pussy. I knew she was a difficult lay, she had a high threshold for pleasure and her own skill combined with her desire to make her partner squirm made her a difficult conquest for any layman breeder. But for me, she was simply delicious.

I spread her legs and got a good sniff of her pussy, snorting it in like a drug, and then kissed and made out with her cunt lips, slurping, sucking and swallowing her juices, and when I was sure she was wet and ready to go, I undid the knot of my sweatpants and then pulled at the elastic, letting them fall then kicking them off.

She gasped. "It looks even bigger than last time," she moaned, eyes widening ever so slightly. "I'm the only one who hasn't been blessed yet," she muttered, "so go ahead..! Show me what you've got for me!"

There was a deeply competitive part of me that had never gotten over how thoroughly she had defeated me back then, how she had made me question my prowess and made me feel insecure, insufficient, made me feel like less of a man.

There was a part of me that would never forgive her that emasculation.

But fuck that shit because she's really fucking hot and as I go in, her pussy feels really fucking good, and that's the only thing of any real importance!

I mashed my lips to hers and kissed her while fucking her against her own couch, the legs screeching as they rubbed against the wooden flooring, scratching it some, I don't think she cared, given she threw her head back with an expression of pure ecstasy.

She had clearly prepared for this, but I was going to make sure that no amount of preparations would be enough!

There were so many things I wanted to say or do every time I thought about Yoko, and every time I thought about the history we shared, but none of them were more important than making sure that I impressed upon her and her body just who she was fucking with.

Quite literally!

And hey, if we can make a baby while we're at it, that'd be swell.

Are you watching me, Tsukiko?

Are you watching how far I've come since we first met? Are you watching me as I pound this woman into a mess?

Because you should!

Next up... You!

Breaking me out of my reverie, Yoko grabs me by the shoulders, her nails digging into my muscles through my shirt. She flashes a glare at me, and in this, I've to admit fault, I should not be thinking about another woman while I'm in the middle of proper breeder activity.

I kiss her again as an apology, and to show her I mean well, I decided to fuck her even harder, pushing her towards her first orgasm of the night as she screamed out, muffled against my mouth, even as I continued to fuck her through her orgasm, and started working on bringing her to the next, even higher peak of pleasure, working towards the ultimate climax before I was ready to pour my baby batter in her.

I'd be damned sure I wasn't walking out of that apartment unless there was a bun in that oven, maybe even two or three. She'd look great carrying my triplets.