Waffles 35

Waffles 35

Waffles 35 Recovery Program (WRP),

Year 4, Day 14, Wake Up

Arthur always woke up 3 minutes before his alarm. Six Fifty-Seven.

He rolled over in his stupid giant bed and looked out the giant window overlooking the stupid beach and stupid sunrise. He laid in his bed until his alarm went off. He rolled out and groaned as he stepped out onto his balcony overlooking his 100 acre ocean side compound. Another stupid day of great food, exercise, the worlds most beautiful women, and saving humanity.

"Attitude Arthur. You've got an important job to do." He thought.

And he did.

You see, on September 3

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of 2035 a lovely tabby cat named Waffles ate a can of food, as he usually did. But this can contained a piece of a chicken that had been canned after it ate a mosquito that had bit a man with a cold on the balls while he took a piss on the edge of the farm in Vietnam. Waffles was taken on a plane for emotional support and coughed 3 times, infecting the entire plane. The virus spread by air and was very resilient to all standard cleaners and to radiation. One cough stayed active in the wind for thousands of miles. But there were no quarantines or hazmat suits. The cold was so mild, it had a zero percent mortality rate. It was a blip on the pathological radar, over in 1 month. No one cared until the infertility started. Waffles Fever was devastating. All males exposed lost 100% fertility, infant to geriatric. And almost everyone was exposed.

47 men remained unexposed, housed on remote oil rigs for extended times, scientists in antarctica, and several men on the space station. And there was Arthur. Arthurs town was an anomaly. No wind. No wind at all his little town of Smoot in Western Queensland for the entire month of September. The perfect geologic anomaly of magnetosphere, tides, and Tradewinds. Arthur had noted it was particularly muggy for September but otherwise didn't pay it much mind. Yet, he happened to be the only man in the town that didn't leave once during the entire month.

Given the global level of the disaster, all men were required to be tested and he'd been found in a community screening. All the men were dubbed global treasures and placed into programs in their countries. Arther felt bad about the other men's fates, quite tragic. The American's were sold to the highest bidder and disappeared, never to serve the public. The Chinese program involved sedation and was heavily robotic in nature and quickly resulted in fatal injuries. The Russians died of exertion and serving their country. The North Koreans attempted a genital transplant onto Dear Leader who died of gangrene within days, the donor was shot for treason. But the Australians got it right.

They set up a beautiful compound on a large portion of isolated oceanside and build him a lovely house. There were several other buildings on the compound and housing for the staff and his guests, a landing pad for the helicopter, but he had his own isolated area that was quite large. There was significant security outside the walls and submarines patrolled the ocean but they stayed out of sight. He knew he was always monitored but they at least attempted to give him the illusion of privacy. He had personal trainers and great gym facility. He had a personal chef as well and received amazing meals any time he requested it and they made sure he maintained his nutritional needs and stamina. All this was his for the small price of breeding 3 beautiful women each day.

As he was the only fertile man left in any of the programs, countries from all around the world contracted with the Australian Repopulate The Human Race (ARTHR) program. The women went through a rigorous screening and application program. They were rated by intellectual score, physical health and fitness, aged 20-28, and were considered to be the best chances for passing on strong genetics and genetic diversity for the future (given the genetic bottleneck, Arthur). They had attempted artificial insemination but it had failed in the majority of candidates, something with the way the virus effected ova. Instead, each week 18 genetically perfect candidates in the prime of their fertility were flown in to stay at the compound with the goal of all of them leaving impregnated. By Arthur.

He was 35 and likely had at least 20 more years of fertility, perhaps more, but he had an entire planet to repopulate, so he kept a tight schedule, 6 days a week, 52 weeks a year.

Arthur didn't mind the schedule, he'd always worked long hours and extra days. Before the Waffle Fever Pandemic, he'd worked as a miner and lived alone for most of his adult life. He enjoyed work. He was always fit and strong because of the work he'd done. He was barely five foot eleven, average looking, and not particularly charismatic.

He had a great life with a purpose. He had teams of people working to keep him comfortable and more human interaction than he'd ever had in his past life. He was treated like a king but he still felt half full. And it had been a long week. At least tomorrow was Sunday and he'd get a rest.

There was a knock on his door. That would be Marco, his personal assistant to start coordinating his day. The program felt it was important for Arthur, while bound by duty, to have as much autonomy as possible. So each morning he picked his appointments for the day, the women and the location. He also picked their outfits and the facility was stocked with any exciting lingerie he could imagine.

He finished his breakfast shake and opened the door. But it wasn't Marco.

"Good morning." The little woman chirped with a big smile.

"Oh. Good morning. Where's Marco?" Arthur asked. He'd greeted him every morning for the last 4 years.

"Believe it or not, even he gets a vacation occasionally." She laughed. She had a strong Australian accent. "I'm Lark, I'll be filling in for him for a fortnight. Shall we get down to business?"

Some names fit like spandex pants on a walrus. Larks name fit her like a silk glove. She was a short blonde with her hair pulled up in a bun. She wore glasses, a blue blouse and a matching plaid pencil skirt, black glasses. The blouse brought out her blue-grey eyes. Even in her black heels, she was still quite petite, just reaching his chin. A little songbird. She appeared to be about his same age and she was bubbling with enthusiasm. And it was contagious.

"Well, come on in." he said, his hand working to straighten his hair subconsciously. "Are you an Aussie?"

"True-blue, mate." She said, cranking up the accent momentarily.

She bounced in and sat down at the kitchen table and opened up her computer. "You've got a banga line-up today. We have Ana, an oligarch from Russia. What's their word for princess...she's that. Then Maria, the reigning miss Argentina, PHD in art history and is a professional ballerina. And last, Kat from Great Britain, primary school teacher, and she holds 3 women's downhill skiing records, and now a rising chess champion, not a grand master yet though." She announced.

Arthur stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Let's start with Kat for the morning appointment, then Maria for the afternoon, Ana for the evening slot." As though it mattered.

Lark nodded. "Okay. I've picked a few outfits based on your past tastes. Kat's a redhead, I know you usually like emerald green or navy. Maria has black hair and blue eyes, lovely with reds, and you always seem to go with black for your evening appointments. It will look great with Ana's blonde hair and green eyes." She said as she displayed a smaller number of options than he'd usually had but they were perfect.

"Wow. How did you know all that? Marco usually just has me pick. These are spot on." He said in amazement.

"I've been working as Marco's assistant for the last 3 years. I'm always watching. Creepy, right?!" she looked at him menacingly. "I'm your stalker." She couldn't hold the look long and broke out in a big smile. That was contagious as well.

"That is creepy." He said and gave her a high five. "Let's do the workout set in green, the bikini in red, and the strappy black corset and stocking set, and add an evening gown, I like to unwrap my presents."

"Oh, Frisky Dingo. Done, done, and done." She said. "I'm assuming you'll take your morning appointment at the gym, afternoon on the pool deck, and your evening in the living room by the fireplace like every Tuesday?"

"What? I've never told anyone my pattern. You really are my stalker." He laughed.

"I know how your toes taste while your sleeping..." she whispered with a wink. Arthur didn't know how to take that and she continued without missing a beat. "So that's Ginger at the Gym in green, Spicy salsa dancer by the poolside in red, and From Russia with Love on the bear skin rug, all black. I'll get things ready." She hopped of the stool and started for the door. "You better get ready for your workout, champ. Who's saving the world today? Arthur, Arthur..." she cheered as she turned to leave.

He grinned and couldn't help noticing how the skirt hugged her cute little curves as she danced out the door.

"I know how your toes taste...?" he pondered.

WRP, Year 4, Day 14, Morning Appointment

Arthur enjoyed starting his day with the workout and liked to get his exercise in before his first appointment. Kat arrived early and hungrily watched Arthur as he finished his sets, squirming with anticipation. Kat's dark red hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Larks outfit selection was on point. The tight sports bra was thin enough that he could see the outline of her nipples clearly and the bottoms were thong cut, probably not the best for working out, but definitely the best for Arthurs visual. Her tight skiers body was amazingly sculpted and her ass was framed nicely by the thong. The emerald really did bring out the green in Kat's eyes and her perfect fair skin was begging to be touched.

Arthur usually shower before they started, but his muscles were pumped and he was dripping with sweat and Kat couldn't wait any longer. She pounced on him, jumping and wrapping her legs around his waist, arms around his neck. He caught her, her perfect cheeks resting in his hands. "I've been waiting for this for so long." She said, grinding her pelvis into his groin as she kissed him deeply.

Anticipation is an amazing aphrodisiac and she'd probably been anticipating this for years since starting the application process. This women was here for more than just a hook-up. Sex with the goal of breeding was different. It was primal, driven by instinct.

Arthur didn't rush, enjoying the kiss and having his hands full of the Olympic grade ass. He walked her over to the weight bench and sat down with her on his lap, legs still wrapped around him, carrying her athletic frame with ease. He was already hard and she continued grinding, making it clear that she was ready to be bred immediately. But Arthur had a formula, and she wasn't ready yet. He kissed down her neck to her perky breasts, kissing her nipples through the thin fabric. Kat, wild with excitement, pulled the bra up over her head and squeezed the tight little b-cups together for him. He kissed and suckled for a few minutes, still enjoying her ass with his hands. He worked his fingers around her curves and began tracing the outline of her labia through her thong. She gasped and arched her back. Arthur stood up and set her on the bench, and smoothly slipped her soggy little thong down her perfect legs. He grabbed her tits again and bowed to worship her blushing pussy between her white, tone thighs. She squealed and arched her back as he lapped at her lips, squeezing her little hot cakes. She wrapped her legs around his head as her body tensed, pulling him in deeper, grinding her pussy on his face. He moved his hands to her ass again, pulling her hips off the bench, feasting on her honey bun, her chiseled abs defined against the sweat forming on her snow white skin. Kat lost control and shook in orgasm, her legs clamping around his head so tight he was worried he was going to black out. Finally she relaxed and rested on the bench, her juices pooling on the vinyl, while Arthur used his towel to clean her honey butter off his face. He gave her a moment, caressing her perfect skin while she slowed her breathing, her energy mellowed. Now she was ready.

Arthur rolled her over onto her hands and knees. He held her by her hips and smoothly slid his cock between her glowing, blushing, wet pussy lips.

Pro tip: Red Heads have an easy mode. Their lovely pale skin blushes right where you need to kiss, touch, rub, or fuck.

She moaned, gripping the sides of the bench. Arthur was average in many ways but he had a better than average dick, longer, thicker than average, and he usually found the bottom of the women's muffin basket before he ran out of dick, as was the case with Kat. He thrust in and out 3-4 times slowly to let her get used to him before she started to push back. Arthur increased his pace and Kat moaned with each stroke.

"Give me a baby, please! Make me a mommy." She whined, pushing back onto him with new enthusiasm and Arthur pulled her back onto his shaft harder. Her entire body was flush now and she moaned with any touch. He was close and as she began to shiver with another orgasm, screaming at the bench like a banshee, her clenching walls pushed him over the edge. He gave her a generous dose of Vitamin Arthur and she collapsed back onto the bench.

She sighed softly as he walked away.

This was going to add new meaning to her life. Arthur understood this and did his best to make the occasion as monumental for these women as possible. But he also understood, they were not here for him, just what he could give them. And his job was done.

"Arthur makes a great middle name." He said as he left her a sweaty, dripping mess, in complete ecstasy, and headed to the shower.

He finished his shower and had a snack and another shake. He took a little on the beach walk before his next appointment and sat on a rock to read a bit.

"Well done. Another satisfied customer. Verified. You know you have a 100% conception rate over your last 500 appointments?" Lark chirped as she sat down next to him. "How's the hydration doing champ? You've gotta keep those electrolytes up."

He lifted his bottle of magic electrolyte drink that his chef always made sure he had plenty of. He was sure they put extra ingredients for stamina and baby batter production but it tasted nice. "Of course. I'm technically a professional athlete of sorts. The best sorts."

Lark laughed. "We should get you sponsored by Gatorade or Pampers nappies or something."

Arthur put his book down and chuckled. He usually came down here for the quiet and most of the staff at the facility only interacted with him professionally. But he enjoyed having someone to talk to and it felt like a treat.

"This is a beautiful spot. You never work down here though. Would you like me to move your afternoon appointment here?" Lark asked. She was still in her blue blouse and skirt but had tennis shoes on and sunglasses. And still smiling.

Arthur responded by picking up a handful of sand and rubbed it between his fingers. "Ever try to get off to 80 grit?"

Larks face pulled into a deep frown.

"Look it up. It was the 4

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of July in our very first year, afternoon appointment. The Frolic on the Beach incident." Arthur said.

Lark tapped through a few files on her tablet, then lifted her sunglasses, eyes wide with surprise.

"The beach is so beautiful, do you like how I look? Rolling in the sand? Sexy, no?" A lusty voice with a French accent said. "But there's..." Arthur's voice said hesitantly. "I need it now, I'm ready! Please pound a baby into me! Yes, put it in!" she demanded. Then one solid "smack", a hard, wet, slapping sound. Then a high-pitched feminine squeal of pain. "I've gotta rinse it off..." the panicked squealing voice said. "No, not the sea water!" the French accent said. Then more squealing. Lots more squealing.

"Good god." Lark looked at Arthur with a grimace as she shut the video off, then broke out in a laugh so hard it was silent. "You're squeal...so...high...like a dog whistle..."

"It's a onetime mistake. Somehow, she was just fine. Shut down production for a week, though." He lectured, the wise sexual sage he was now.

Lark knelt on the sand until she caught her breath, then sat on a rock, regaining her composure and straightening out her blouse and skirt.

Then he asked thoughtfully "So what else do you know about me, besides why no beach appointments and how my toes taste?"

Lark smiled and accepted the challenge. "Well, I don't really know how your toes taste, no appointments after six so I get to go home. You rotate your appointment locations by the day of the week. You read after your morning appointment, usually philosophy, but you read through the Lord of the Rings series once a year and like the Far Side comics. You fold your t-shirts but not your undies. You have an American accent, so you weren't born in Australia. You pay attention to the appointment's rhythms and pace really perceptively, sweetly even, but you never talk with them much, and always end with a middle name suggestion. You always make them orgasm twice. And you always wake up a little sad, it seems."

"That's...a lot. I think I'd rather just have you taste my toes."

"Dream on. Go get your trunks on, you've got an appointment by the pool and I think she's already waiting." She said and pushed him playfully, then walked back up the trail, with a little extra sway in her step that Arthur decided, perhaps, might be just for him.

WRP,Year 4, Day 14, Afternoon Appointment

Maria was casually swimming laps in the pool as Arthur approached the pool deck. When she saw him coming she swam slowly to the pool ladder and locked eyes with him. Her deep blue eyes were mesmerizing, and she gave him a sly half smile with big full lips as she began to pull herself up out of the pool. He broke the eye contact long enough to take in her shape. She had a tall, slender, dancers figure, toned legs and stomach highlighted by the water on her perfect olive skin, and her tits looked bigger than they had any right to be on her slim frame in the tiny red bikini.

Moi Caliente. She was stunning. She walked with a dancers grace, swaying her hips with each step as she slinked towards him. She didn't say a word, but pouted her plump lips in a plea as she held out a bottle of tanning oil. She kissed him on the cheek as he accepted the bottle, then, as she stepped back, she pulled the string on her top, letting her breasts fall free, still holding eye contact, with a sultry, mischievous grin. Water beaded down her generous C cups and off her tight brown erect nipples, and shimmered on her perfect sun kissed olive skin. She let him take her in for a moment before laying down on the deck chair face down.

Spicy. Arthur knelt, straddling her waist, and started massaging the oil into her back, starting with her shoulders. He could have sworn the air around her was 10 degrees hotter. She gave a soft moan as he moved down from her shoulders and his fingertips grazed the sides of her breasts. He continued down her back slowly, taking his time, and stopped just above her toned ass. He repositioned himself kneeling beside her and started massaging her calves, then her thighs, indulging his need to experience the dancers legs. They were perfect, made to be touched. Finally, he massaged her glutes, and eventually his fingers teasing under her bikini bottom.

He'd noticed her little moans had become more frequent and her breathing had quickened. He teased his fingers deeper and she spread her legs a little, allowing him better access. He pushed his whole hand under the bottoms and massaged 2 fingers into her pussy, his thumb rubbing her asshole. She squealed, pushing back onto his hand eagerly. She reached back and pulled the strings holding the bottoms together, letting them fall off as she bucked back onto his hand.