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Breeding Factory
(Alexis Alexandra)

"Didn't you tell me you're not even sleeping in the same room?" Laura blurted out a secret she had sworn to keep.

"Jesus Christ, so he's not even draining those huge melons of yours anymore?" Wanda exclaimed. "You poor thing. Don't tell me you're using a pump."

"What other choice do I have? And thank you very much, blabbermouth," I glared at Laura. "Look, I really don't want...to talk..." A handsome man in his twenties approached our table and my eyes went down his chiseled chest to the thick package hanging and swinging freely in a penis sock that made me feel a little warmer. 

"Nice isn't it?" Wanda grinned. "Look at that bad boy swaying back and forth. I bet if you ask he'll let you touch it."

"Go ahead," the dancer agreed, moving a little closer to me, his cock looking absolutely massive to me. But then again I only had Bret's seven inches to go by as he was the only man I had been with since I started having sex nineteen years ago. Grabbing my hand, He brought it to within an inch if his sleeved genitals and let go to see what I would do next.

Wrapping her fingers around mine, Jaclyn placed my hand on the dancer's cock and closed my fingers. Moving it back and forth, she stroked him using my hand. Screeching, I pulled my hand away. "What the actual fuck are you doing? I'm a happily..."

"We all know that's a lie so stop being a prude and have a little fun," Jaclyn said. Taking a fifty from her purse she handed it to the dancer and with a quick yank hid underwear were off and wrapped around my neck. I was being drawn down, but he stopped short of touching me with it.

"Open your mouth and let him skull fuck you!" Wanda said, downing the last of her drink in one gulp. Her hands grabbed the side of my head and my mouth was suddenly filled with cock. To his credit, he stepped back and gave her a disapproving look.

"Whoa! Not so fast there sweetheart! She can suck my disk all night long, but it has to be her choice. What do you say birthday girl? Can I give you a creamy present?"

I stared at his throbbing manhood in all of its ten or eleven inch glory and thought of my husband and his outright refusal to give me anymore children and something inside of me broke. Picking up the glass top my left I drained the last half of my strawberry daiquiri and then leaned down and kissed the bulbous knob that was his cockhead. "Do it. Skull fuck me and feed me your creamy treat," I said, looking up into his eyes.

"HELL YEAH!" Laura exclaimed. "Take that monster." Getting on her knees, she reached up my dress and tugged my panties down to my feet and then tossed them across the club as far as they would fly. My mouth full of disk I could not say anything, but her intentions became immediately clear. "Bend over the table! Let him breed you like an animal!"

Staring up into the dancer's eyes he gave me a look that said he was more than willing but it had to be my choice. The idea of being bred like one of the women in the hundreds of stories I've written got me so excited I engulfed every inch of the man's huge cock, held it there for a few seconds and then bent over the table. Looking back over my shoulder I bit my lower lip. "My husband isn't man enough to do it anymore so please breed me. Fuck your fat cock in my pussy and fill me with your baby batter."