The last fertile man
Men everywhere across the world have become infertile, and nothing is working. All men, except you… You have discovered a way to take advantage of this fun turn of events. You have set up a “pregnancy clinic” where women can pay to get pregnant. You are insisting on doing it the natural way however, rather than IVF or other less intrusive methods, much to the dismay of many husbands and boyfriends…
You lead the couple to another room, handing them a new set of paperwork to fill out. As they sit down, you glance surreptitiously at the girl from earlier. She's lying on the examination table now, her eyes closed as she tries to relax after everything that's happened.
"Now," you say briskly, "let's get started with the...procedure." You pause, searching for a less clinical word but finding none. "You know what I mean."
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"I beg your pardon?" The husband looks confused and angry as he glances between you and his wife, who's still trying to hide her body with the clipboard. "No, no," you say quickly, waving him off. "That's not what I meant at all."
You clear your throat and try again. "Um...just lie back comfortably while we get started." You gesture toward the examination table, hoping they take the hint this time.
The man is stiff at first, but as you kiss him more deeply and begin to grope his body, he seems to relax into it. His hands find their way beneath your clothes, exploring your skin, and he moans softly against your lips. It's clear that the anger has faded in favor of desire, and you can feel yourself growing hard again despite having just come moments ago.
“Fuck.. divorce your wife for me, yeah? Make her a single mother..” I said between kisses.
He pauses, breathing heavily, before nodding slowly. "Yeah," he whispers. "I'll do it."
You smile against his lips and continue to make out with him, your hands exploring his body, seeking new places to touch and be touched. The anger may have been what brought them here, but desire is what keeps them together now, bound by the shared knowledge that they are both helpless in the face of their need for you.
"Because I want it more than anything, Sir," Emma replies shakily, her voice laced with desperation and arousal. "Help me bring new life into this world. Please don't deny me that."
I put on a heavy iron collar on her which is closed by a durable lock. Then I help her up but bend her over my knee and start spanking her. Form th corner of an eye I see Michael outside with a red head shouting something. He is in rage about what he sees me doing to his girlfriend but can't to anything about it from out there. He can only watch just like anybody else.
Emma yelps and squirms under the forceful spanks, feeling both degradation and pleasure. Her mind swirls with conflicting emotions, but the desire to conceive dominates all others.