The Breeding Program

by Aya Fukunishi

  Sam couldn't hold on any longer. Paulo's fingers pushed deep inside her, his thumb planted firmly on her clit, rubbing ever more quickly, and drawing her orgasm from her body. She moaned, biting her lip to keep from screaming his name, and held a pillow over her face as her pussy exploded with pleasure. Her climax swept through her body, waves crashing over her as she gasped and panted, her voice muffled by the pillow.

  Paulo's hand slipped away from her, sliding smoothly across her glistening clit and trailing her juices up to her tight, flat stomach, where it spread out flat and held her until the last pulses of joy flowed from her body.

  She couldn't wait for him to arrive.

  Chapter Four

  The knock on the door came a few minutes early, just as Sam was making last minute preparations. She prided herself on her hospitality, and since this was no regular caller her tidying had gone far beyond straightening the bed sheets. She'd requested extra shower time, and had spent an hour removing every last hint of hair from her body. Her pussy was smooth and sleek, and her legs were so bare she'd spent a half hour after waxing just stroking her calves, enjoying the rare luxury of perfect smoothness.

  He's opened the door to find Paulo standing stiffly and awkwardly, as if unsure of how to act in this unusual situation. It was the first time, she guessed, that he'd been called up to the breeding floor to pleasure a woman, and it was no surprise that he was a little uncomfortable.

  Sam couldn't help but burst into laughter at his stiff posture. An image flashed through her mind of her husband standing the same way the first time he met her parents. 'It's OK, Paulo, you can relax,' she said, trying to fight off a fit of the giggles. 'Don't worry, I'm not going to jump you in the hallway. Come on in.'

  Paulo smiled, visibly forcing himself to relax. After seeing Sam greet him so casually he seemed to loosen up a little, and managed walk through the door at a stroll rather than a march. 'I'm sorry, I would have liked to have brought flowers, but there don't seem to be any around lately. Here, though, I made you this.'

  From his back pocket he pulled a small, folded piece of red card and spent a few seconds delicately unfolding it. Sam peered at his hands, wondering what it was until a final fold opened it out into an origami flower. 'It's not very good, I'm afraid, but I think after another few years I may learn to do it well.' His voice was low, slow and sincere, but beneath his floppy hair his eyes were laughing. A moment later he broke into a grin, handing over the flower.

  'It's beautiful, Paulo. Thank you for the thought. Please, take a seat on the bed. I just need to go change. Get ready for me.'

  Sam stepped into the bathroom, closed the door and leaned against it, smiling. Paulo was even hotter than she'd remembered him. Those eyes were like deep, calm pools, and his roguish smile broke on his face like sunlight appearing through a gap in the clouds. There was something about it that made her feel like... like she was outside, basking under the sun far from this underground tomb.

  She studied herself quickly in the mirror, looking out for stray hairs, smeared makeup and unnoticed blemishes. Satisfied, she turned to the lingerie laid out beside the sink. It had cost her more privileges than she'd like to admit to acquire this outfit, a matching set of white lace bra and panties. The standard issue underwear in the complex was simple and indescribably unerotic: plain white panties and a bra more suited for jogging than seduction.

  She stripped quickly, peeling off her underwear and replacing it with her alluring new costume. As soon as she slid on the panties she admired herself in the mirror, noticing how the shape accentuated the curves of her hips. The bra was even more of a revelation, lifting and firming in all the right places and reminding her that she had beautiful breasts, a fact that had been forgotten after years of wearing something that flattened and squeezed her.

  Suitably attired, she turned back to the mirror to admire the full package. She was pleased with what she saw. Her long, golden brown hair fell down her back, its tips leading down to the curve of her lace-clad butt, pert and firm from hours in the gym. Her bra lifted her breasts beautifully, and beneath them lay the flat, toned stomach of a runner, conditioned through rationing and enforced exercise to look better than it ever had when she was a lady of leisure.

  Thinking about Paulo waiting on the other side of the door she couldn't resist slipping her hand into her panties. The thought that she was just moments away from realizing her fantasy made her so wet, and it took a great effort to pull her hand away from her tingling, excited and eager pussy. Settle down, girl. Don't waste your energy. With one last check in the mirror she turned, took a deep, shuddering breath and stepped back into her room.

  Paulo had settled himself on the bed, resting above the sheets, and his clothes lay over the back of the chair by her computer. Sam's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a fluttering in her stomach as she ran her eyes up and down his body. She'd admired his olive skin before, but seeing him naked was something else altogether. In contrast to her own skin tone he glowed, every inch of his body radiating health and vitality. She imagined licking him all over, biting and nibbling his beautiful, flawless skin, and then smiled when she realized she could do exactly that.

  Paulo was stunned into silence. She knew he wasn't attached, and she guessed it had been some time since he'd last been with a woman. His fixed, entranced gaze told her she was right.

  'You look beautiful. I never dared hope...' He gave up, and that beautiful smile took the place of words.

  Without another word Sam crossed the room and lowered herself onto the bed. She slid slowly between Paulo's legs and dipped her head to gently kiss his inner thigh. His breath caught in his throat, and she knew that all over his body tiny goosebumps were appearing as her tongue teased him.

  Inch by inch she tasted him, savoring his clean, freshly showered scent. Beneath her lips the muscles in his thigh tensed, and inches from her mouth she knew his penis was swelling with anticipation. She reached out to grasp it, wrapping her hand around the firm, thick shaft. She looked up, resting her chin happily on his leg, and saw that he was enormous and still growing. She watched the thick vein running along the underside pulse with every heartbeat, pumping yet more blood into his monstrous member. Her pussy ached for it.

  She moved slowly, teasing him with a slow approach to his cock. Just as she reached his testicles she quickly switched to his other leg, and Paulo groaned at pleasure postponed. She waited, kissing and nibbling his soft, smooth skin until she felt he could wait no longer.

  'Would you like me to suck your cock, Paulo?' she whispered, seductively.

  Paulo nodded quickly, desperate for her mouth. He shifted his legs, spreading wider to allow her to settle between his thighs. Her first lick was delicate, teasing once more, as she ran the tip of her tongue from the base of his throbbing erection to the tip, where a bead of his juices sat like nectar.

  Sam licked the tiny droplet from his cock, and then slowly slid her lips over the thick, firm head. She moaned with excitement, sending delicious vibrations through his cock that tickled her lips and brought an ecstatic moan to Paulo's. Moving faster, she closed her mouth over him, sliding down the shaft until he rested fully on her tongue, and then slowly drew away while licking him like a lollipop.

  Sam felt her pussy gush like a fire hydrant, coating her with juice and preparing her for his entry into her. As she sucked, licked and gently nibbled she raised her ass in the air, knowing that Paulo would enjoy the view of the lace G string separating the halves of her pert, peachy ass.

  She continued sucking, aroused by the sound of her own lips smacking wetly against his member. She felt him tense beneath her, and with her right hand she reached for his heavy, cum filled balls, gently fondling them until she felt the gushing spray of his orgasm burst forth.

  Paulo let out a long, satisfied groan of relief beyond words as years of sexual energy were released. Sam pulled her lips away, milking him as he spurted his pale, thick cream across his dark stomach. It seemed as if every muscle
in his body was playing its part in his orgasm, and his body writhed beneath her as she stroked his cock, squeezing out yet more of his cream.

  When his body finally relaxed he sighed contentedly, his eyes closed with a blissful smile on his lips. Sam reached for a tissue and wiped his stomach before licking the remainder form his taut, defined abs. The taste drove her crazy, and her pussy felt as if it would burst if she wasn't satisfied soon.

  Minutes passed as she waited for him to recover his strength, and all the while she licked and nibbled around his glistening cock, willing it to spring up to full mast again. Finally, after minutes that felt like hours, she felt a thrill as the thick vein darkened and he began to grow once again.

  Sam rolled onto her back, coming to rest by Paulo's side, and tenderly kissed his navel. 'How do you want to fuck me?' she moaned, desperate for him to take charge of her body.

  Paulo smiled, stroking her breasts with a strong, firm hand, teasing her nipples until they strained against the lace of her bra. Without a word he reached behind her back and easily unclasped her, and she shrugged off the bra to release herself. He gently tweaked her left nipple as he studied her body, no doubt deciding what he wanted to do with her.

  'Stand up,' he ordered. Sam felt her legs move without hesitation, raising her from the bed in an instant. Paulo rolled onto his feet, and Sam watched his gargantuan erection eagerly as he did. He walked around her, studying her from every angle and occasionally reaching out to touch her hip, caress a breast or slide his hands down to the small of her back. She shivered, feeling wetter by the moment, desperate for him to decide how he wanted her and pierce her with his beautiful cock.

  She felt his thumb slide between her hip and the waist of her panties, and she shuddered as he peeled the lace from her body. She felt as if her panties were all that were keeping her juices from gushing down her legs, and imagined torrents of her sweet nectar running down her inner thighs in pursuit of her underwear.

  The panties fell to the ground, and Paulo's strong hand found its way between her legs. Standing behind her he reached around, running his hand down from her navel, sliding over her smooth skin to reach her wet, swollen lips. His free hand grasped her from behind, pushing her legs apart so that he could reach her more easily.

  Two fingers slid between her wet, dripping lips, and with the crook of his thumb and forefinger pressed against her clit he eased inside her, hooking his fingers upwards and stroking the moist velvet of her pussy. She gasped uncontrollably, and her legs almost gave out as her orgasm arrived. It felt as if Paulo's hands were the only thing keeping her on her feet, and her climax redoubled in strength when he moved his lips to her ear and whispered in his soft, buttery accent, 'Cum for me.'

  Sam had no problem following his order. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as her legs turned to jelly. Her hips bucked forward with the force of her orgasm but Paulo pulled her back towards him, pressing his huge erection against her quivering ass. Still his fingers worked their way around her, exploring her, filling her and setting off new waves of pleasure as they moved.

  Finally her legs gave out, and Paulo allowed her to gently fall forward onto the bed. She panted, breathless and exhausted by the orgasm pulsing through her. Her pussy felt as if it had swollen to twice its size, as if every drop of blood in her body had been rerouted between her legs. She lay on her front, gasping with joy with each fresh wave.

  Suddenly Paulo was on her again, pressing his warm body against the back of her legs. She felt him take a thigh in each hand and spread her apart, positioning himself to pierce her gushing slit. She squealed as the thick tip of his cock pressed against her throbbing lips, and clenched at her bed sheets as he pushed himself into her.

  The feeling was incredible. She knew her poor, exhausted pussy wasn't ready for a pounding but she felt powerless to stop it. Paulo pushed deep inside her, and all she could do was try to stretch around his immense thickness. Her breaths came in short, sharp pants as his rod thrust into her like a jackhammer, and she buried her face in the sheets as his heavy balls slapped against her tender clit at the apex of each thrust. Her pussy ached, but she didn't want him to stop for even a moment. Her dripping juices allowed him to slide smoothly in and out of her tight little hole, and before long the pain faded and she felt new waves of pleasure flow through her.

  Between gasps Sam found the breath to speak. 'Fuck me, Paulo! Fuck me deep! I want to feel your cum fill my tight little pussy!'

  He felt Paulo lean forward as he pierced her, bracing himself against the bed with one hand while he ran his tongue across her shoulder. She shuddered as her took her ear lobe in his mouth, and she pushed back harder onto his cock, willing him to fuck her deeper.

  'You want me to fill you all the way? Can you take it all?' he growled into her ear.

  Sam couldn't believe that he wasn't giving her every inch of his cock. It felt as if she was being stretched to breaking point, and the tip of his cock felt as if it was filling her body entirely.

  'Yes! Fuck me with all you've got, Paulo. Give it to me!' Her voice was screaming now, out of control and desperate. She moved her hands down by her sides and allowed Paulo to grab them, pulling her arms behind her and using her as leverage. She gasped, almost letting out a scream, as he pulled her all the way onto his enormous tool. She felt a sensation she never had before, of being entirely filled and stretched as much as she could bear. It was a perfect sensation, both exciting and terrifying at the same moment.

  Her stretched lips pulled her clit towards the thick, meaty base of Paulo's shaft, and with each thrust his veiny tool slid across her dripping, throbbing mound. She felt a second orgasm crash through her, filling her with an electricity that began deep, deep in her pussy and quickly blossomed throughout her entire body. Her toes curled into the carpet and her fingers gripped the bed sheets as the wave overtook her, flowing over and around her. She lost herself in her climax, only dimly aware of Paulo beginning to cum inside her.

  Delirious and in the brink of passing out she felt Paulo's cum fire powerfully into her. His cock twitched and shuddered with each fresh jet, and she felt his cream overflow from her wet, pulsating hole. Paulo's juices mingled with her own, dripping from her tight, shaved pussy and flowing down her thighs. With one final push Paulo slid fully inside her, depositing the last of his beautiful, perfect seed deep inside her.

  She felt him slide slowly out, inch by glorious inch, until his thick, wide head finally popped from her tender lips. He slid down her body to the carpet, panting with exhaustion, and Sam allowed herself to slide from the bed to join him.

  Her head rested on his stomach, rising and falling with each breath, and gradually, by inches, Sam fell asleep with her hand stroking her pink, dripping pussy. As she drifted out of consciousness just one thought floated into her mind. She hoped she wasn't pregnant. Not the first time.

  She wasn't done with Paulo yet. Not by a long shot.

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  Chapter One

  The newspaper lay sprawled across the table, one corner soaking up the drops of spilled coffee that had gone unnoticed by Kate. The busy hum of the coffee shop faded into the background as she felt that unfamiliar buzz of excitement that threatened to escape her lips in a girlish squeal.

  There, in amongst the red ringed job openings promising 'opportunities' at minimum wage lay a small, unassuming ad her eyes had passed over several times before she'd noticed it.

  Wanted: young, friendly, college age female required for au pair duties. 40 h/wk, $30/hr. Cooking, general housekeeping and childcare for one 4yo boy.

  $1,200 a week! Kate couldn't believe it. Even as she dialed the number she was sure it was a typo. Who in their right mind would pay $1,200 a week for a glorified babysitter?

  As the phone began to ring Kate prayed the position hadn't been filled. She whispered under her breath, trying to control her breathing as the phone continued to ring. On the fift
h bell it picked up.

  'Aaron residence.' A man's deep voice, strong but smooth.

  'Oh, hi,' said Kate. 'This is Kate McDonald. Uh, I saw your ad in the Enquirer. For an au pair? I was wondering if the position is still available.'

  A moment's pause. Kate held her breath.

  'Well, sure it is,' the man replied. 'Do you have experience with kids?'

  Kate almost laughed. 'Do I? I've been babysitting since I was 13 and I put myself through college working as an au pair. I have lots of references if you'd like to see them.'

  The man chuckled. 'I'm sure they'll be just fine. Look, I'm just heading out the door. Could you maybe drop by this afternoon around four? You know Green Gables up by the park?'

  Wow, thought Kate. That explains how he can afford to pay such a crazy wage. 'Sure, I know the place. I'll be there at four.'

  'Perfect. The gate'll be open, just come up to the house. I'll see you then, Kate.'