It was an honor to be chosen as a "breeder". After a all-inclusive series of psychological and physical testing only one out of ten applicants were selected.
A breeder's duty was to be a surrogate mother for wealthy couples children where the wife was unable to conceive. For her services the breeder would be looked after during her confinement and receive a lump sum payment of fifty thousand dollars on successful delivery of the child.
The catch was the breeder would not be impregnated by artificial insemination but in the old-fashion way, the prospective father would fuck her until she was knocked-up!
The fucking would take place with the wife present in the bed during intercourse, the breeder only supplying a viable receptacle for his seed.
Potential breeders were comprehensively listed in a catalogue complete with a nude photograph and vital statistics.
The prospective clients were allowed to select girls from the catalogue and interview them until they found one satisfactory to their taste.
At twenty-four years of age I had made the grade and listed as "ready to conceive".
I was selected on my second interview. An older couple, Charlie and Helen Beasley, choose me to bear their child.
Charlie was a early fifties owner of a small foundries. About five foot nine inches, a bit paunchy with receding salt and pepper hair with a moustache.
His wife Helen was about ten years younger, a rough around the edges brunette who had past her "best before date". Helen was a stay-at-home wife whose main function was entertaining her husband's guests.
The Beasley's lived in a large six bedroom Georgian style mansion and employed a live-in cook/housekeeper and a chauffeur whose duties main duty was driving Mrs. Beasley's ass around.
I was assigned the bedroom next to the master bedroom for convenience.
Andrew, the chauffeur, delivered my meager belongings and me to settle into my new surroundings. That evening I dined with the Beasley's to get acquainted.
It seemed bizarre politely dining with a strange couple knowing that the husband was going to fuck me that night.
My menstrual cycle had been carefully plotted so it would be known when I was ovulating. According to calculations I was at the peak of my fertility.
The routine was carefully structured. When summonsed I was to join the Beasley's in their matrimonial bed wearing a plain white vest, naked from the waist down. I was to offer my vagina to Mr. Beasley's penis to deposit his seed whilst her kissed and made love to his wife.
We had retired for almost an hour when I was summonsed over the intercom.
"Veronica, we are ready for you now." Mrs. Beasley's voice cooed.
Slipping on my robe I went to the master bedroom.
I had carefully prepared for my début. A luxurious bubble bath, shampooed, brushed my long blonde hair and douched with a delightful strawberry solution. Breeders were not allowed to wear perfume while mating.
My pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a natural vee. Breeders were discouraged from shaving their vaginas of cropping their pubic hair into any erotic shapes. The wives generally considered it too common and provocative. A breeder's duty was only to receive the seed, not to stimulate its production, as that was the wife's duty.
I knocked lightly on the door and entered. The room was dimly light by the light from a bubbling aquarium. I could make out Charlie and Helen waiting in a huge bed under a billowy snow-white duvet.
"Won't you join us?" Invited Helen.
I slipped off my robe and hurried under the cover on the opposite side of Charlie from his wife.
Helen had been stroking Charlie's cock getting him ready for me.
"Get on top of him." She ordered.
Obediently I straddled the master's hips and lowered myself onto him. Helen guided the head of his erection into my entrance.
Being somewhat chaste although not a virgin my vagina was tight and I had to slowly lower my weight as I accepted my master's cock. Finally I felt his balls press against my labia, I had taken all of him into me.
"Give her a baby Charlie." Helen urged, "Cum in her."
Helen kissed her husband as he fondled her ample breast while I prepared myself to receive my first insemination.
Thankfully he came quickly, stiffening and grunting as he planted his seed in me.
After allowing an opportunity for her husband's testicles to drain into me Helen dismissed me.
That will be all for now Veronica thank you." She said.
I climbed off of her husband's cock and left their bed with semen running from my crotch. I put on my robe and returned to my room.
This breeding ritual repeated for three consecutive nights, each time I returned to my room with a womb full of my master's sperm.
A subsequent pregnancy test proved negative, I had failed to conceive. The doctor consoled me saying it was not unusual for their to be a time of familiarization before I was relaxed enough to process my master's seed. I returned to the prospect of another breeding cycle.
During the interim Mrs. Beasley was called away to tend to her sick mother in another city. She expected to be away for a few days.
On the night of Helen's departure Charlie invited me into his bed. I told him I was not ovulating but he said it would be a good opportunity to get to know each other.
After the maid had retired for the night I went my master's bed. Andrew was away driving Mrs. B.
"Take you clothes off." Charlie ordered.
"All of them?" I asked.
"Yes, when my wife's not here I want you naked." He established.
Submissively I removed my robe and vest and stood completely naked as he viewed my body. The room was no longer dark as two bright bedside lamps light every detail of my nudity.
"Get in the bed, tonight we are going to fuck!" Charley smirked.
