Small Price to Pay: Breeding

I heard a soft chuckle from the VIP as the plug was eased out of my ass. I wiggled my hips to encourage him to go faster; the sooner it was out, the sooner he could fuck my ass, and the sooner Michael could fuck my pussy. I couldn't believe it. My breeding was so close. I couldn't have told anyone if I wanted an orgasm more or to get impregnated right then. Hopefully, I wouldn't have to choose between them. I was practically salivating thinking about both of my holes getting filled back to back.

"Your eagerness is intoxicating, dear little one. I wish it was I alone who inspired it. Tell me, would you like to cum for me? The devices can guarantee it, but perhaps you wish to experience it with your man? Can he make such promises, given his own urgency?"

Oh no. Hopes dashed. I really did not want to choose. I hung my head, stalling. The blunt head of his cockhead nuzzled my asshole, not quite insistent yet. I took a steadying breath. I didn't recognize who I had become. The words were my voice, but they might as well have been a different language.

"We agreed only on my breeding, Sir. My orgasm is still yours to do as you please with."

"Ah, lovely slave," he said, pressing forward. "a good answer, but which is the greater reward?"

"I... I don't know," I shuddered out the words as he stretched my ass. He was sizeable, and I knew it should hurt, but I was too on fire to care.

The brushes buzzed, barely. I shuddered and groaned as he sank deeper into me. Soon his hips bumped my ass cheeks, and like the whore I had become, I pushed back. He stayed still, tormenting me. I wiggled my hips, enticing him to begin. He chuckled.

"Still yourself, little one. I will take you soon. I have decided you will cum, if you but ask. I will feel you clench as I fill your ass with my own climax, or... you can take your chances. Yes, or no?"

Why was I not begging him to make me cum? I had shown my loyalty, my dedication. Michael would cum in my pussy, make me pregnant... why not let myself orgasm for the VIP?

But... I still don't know. It just doesn't seem right.

"I..."

"Yes?"

"I won't ask."

"Exquisite," He murmurred, and began pumping. I moaned. He started immediately with an intensity bordering on cruel, but he soon realized I was ready for more, and showed me he had been holding back. I felt him pounding away and couldn't care about the pain I'd feel later; this was the next best thing to cumming on Michael's cock and I wanted everything he had. I pushed back and clenched, inspired by his obvious ecstasy and the knowledge that the faster I got him off, the sooner my poor neglected cunt would be filled.

I surrendered completely to the moment. Not necessarily to him, this stranger in my ass, but to the situation. Of being controlled, bartering my asshole in order to be bred, displaying my frustration and need to an unseen audience to make money for my master and mistress. I'd never thought of Tyler and Vanessa that way before, but I think I understood in that moment that Michael loves me as I am, and to him that has always been a needy, desperate slut who isn't in charge of her own orgasms. As I welcomed the VIP into my greedy asshole, I saw that this was not a crazy new development in my life; no, this was just a deepening of the relationship we'd had since the beginning. With this surrender came a strange serenity. I no longer worried about my orgasm. I would cum when I was supposed to cum, by the VIP's say-so, or Tyler's, or Vanessa's, or random chance. Anything but my own decision. I screamed my joy. Even if I hadn't just accepted my place as an orgasm denied whore, I couldn't have begged for one, because I couldn't form words.

The ass-pounding couldn't have gone on long, but I really couldn't keep track. It seemed forever and still too soon when his heavy grunt joined mine, and I felt him stay at full depth, twitching and pumping cum deep inside me. I shrieked in approval, and then was suddenly empty.

"Take her, my friend! She is aching to be bred!"

Shame had been a large part of my arousal, but now I merely heard a voice speaking the truth, and I could hardly get more aroused anyway. I felt a cock head at my pussy, urgently probing. After a moment of clumsy positioning, he shoved forward. My brain froze; it seemed my vision went white. I can't really describe it. My poor, aching pussy was so tight, and it should have hurt, but of course I couldn't feel anything but pleasure in that moment.

"Oh my God!" the words ripped out of me, followed by babbling. After a few strokes, it became less overwhelming, though still better than I thought penetration alone could be. A few strokes more, and I realized penetration alone was all I was getting. My clit was still in the tube, forcibly engorged and sensitive as hell, but unreachable, and I realized Michael has been clumsy because his arms were bound. He kept pumping. I was on the razor's edge of cumming. For once it was in reach, but it seemed unlikely that Michael's pent up arousal would let him hit my G-spot consistently enough. I just babbled my approval. If I had still hoped for an orgasm, I might have gone mad in that moment. However, in my newfound embrace of my denial, the cruelty of the moment seemed somehow perfect for me.

Too soon, Michael was spurting in me, but feeling him fill my fertile pussy was satisfying on its own. I sighed deeply, imagining I could feel myself being impregnated.

"Beautiful! Bravo! A bit rushed, but I certainly believe you got the job done. Who could blame you anyway? Such a lovely pussy, and so much tension of your own."

Michael panted, leaning much of his weight on me. I wanted to feel him inside me forever, but soon his cock pulled out of my drenched pussy. I also caught my breath, and if a tear or two trickled out, no one seemed to notice.

After a minute, the accented voice spoke again.

"Well, little one, I am moved. I have heard that a woman's orgasm makes conception more likely, and I approve of the idea that you should only cum when your cunt drips with semen, and only to aid in getting pregnant. It should create a sense of... purpose, I think."

I had almost forgotten the question of orgasming.

Everyone held their breath.

I realized he expected me to speak. I would no longer beg or bargain, but after a moment, I knew what to say.

"I trust you to know if it's right for me to cum."

"Ha, very good! Then the machine shall finish the job."

I felt the brushes buzz to life again.