2009
Seattle, WA
"Thomas! You're my lawyer!" Cassy said sternly to the very uncomfortable man across from her. "I need options, not problems!"
"Ah... yes... ok..." Stammered the bald man as he adjusted his collar, Cassy had a way of getting him flustered.
The petite black haired woman with a streak of red towards the front huffed as she paced his office in her black high heels until he relaxed enough to speak again.
"So if adoption, and surrogacy are not viable, would you consider..." He said trailing off as Cassy stared him down.
"Consider what?" She snipped angrily.
Her lawyer picked up his glass of water, sipping at it to buy time. When he had first met Cassy years before it was in Las Vegas, they had a very memorable sexual encounter with his wife. Since then it was non-sexual, but the memory of it was very powerful, so much so he had been hard since his assistant let her in!
"Artificial insemination?" He said testing the words, Cassy sat down silently, so he proceeded to speak. "You choose a sperm donor and they plant it inside you when you are most... um... fertile. Your HMO would cover most of it as well."
Cassy seemed to ponder his words, her angry stare didn't diminish in its intensity, but neither did it increase. Without warning she stood again, then after a period of silence she spoke like a judge delivering her verdict.
"Set it up." She said.
"Very well." He replied. "I will get in touch with the clinic."
"No!" She exclaimed.
"No?" He replied baffled. "What do you suggest..."
"I want a live insemination." She instructed firmly.
Tommy started sweating anew! He didn't like the sound of this.
"Get me the Mule!" She said leaving his office.
Tommy picked up his glass to finish drinking it, with his confidence briefly restored he reached for his phone.
A few weeks later when Cassy was most fertile, Tommy had met her at the appointed place. She wore her vibrant black hair down, the streak of red vibrant and visible at the front. She had on a tight white top and matching bottom. Her white brassiere was visible through her top, causing Tommy to sweating.
"If you follow me..." He said softly leading the way. "the stall has been set up."
Down the hallway they passed several stalls. They were not the dens of animals, but rather the rooms that facilitated gloryhole sex. There were hole for men to insert penises, and larger ones for women to sit, stand and lay down inside of.
"This is it." Tommy said gesturing to a rubber lined opening on a hinge with a space for a lock.
He opened it to give Cassy a look inside, it was all made of solid wood with an angled cushion and pillow.
"This will do." She replied as she opened her purse.
Tommy stood there waiting for her to disrobe before him, but when she pulled out what looked like a cross between a jock strap and a slinky, his jaw dropped!
"Wha-what's that for?" He asked suddenly perspiring.
"It's a matter of trust." She said matter-of-factly as she moved closer to the ssweay fat man.
"I trust you..." He stammered.
"That's good, I however do not trust you." She said stone cold. "Now be a dear Thomas and lower your trousers."
Tommy bumped into the wall, seeing that retreat was not an option, he closed his eyes and undid his belt. This wasn't his first experience with such devices, but the first with someone other than his wife.
He kept his eyes shut until it was over, how Cassy placed such a contraption on him whilst he was aroused was a bad memory he would not like to think about again any time soon. After he heard this click of the lock he opened an eye to see Cassy stepping back from him with a two keys on a chain, each key was near identical, they were black with a large spade with a 'Q' itched on both sides.
"Thank-you Thomas, I am so happy that you are apart of this." She said putting the chain over her neck, then placing it inside her white top. "You may get dressed."
Once he was re-dressed, she started to remove her clothes. She was more beautiful than he remembered from their Vegas encounter, he started taking deep breaths to prevent his erection from returning, it was a pain he didn't want to experience!
"Thomas!" Cassy said "Open your eyes, I need you to hold my clothes."
"Oh yes..." He said dryly.
Her white brassiere was very alluring, it pushed her breasts together. The dark space between her tits was mysterious and alluring. The thought that she'd expose herself to him completely nude brought about a multitude of effects on his body. His heart raced, butterflies in his stomach took flight, and a dread in his loins for what those chastity rings would too him soon overcame him! Cassy however turned her back to remove her pants.
He stared at her black thong that disappeared between two perfect round ass cheeks. He could hear the jingle of the keys as she stood back up to hand him her folded clothes. She then removed her thong, handing it to him as well.
He stood there dumbly as she handed him her brassiere followed by the keys, he didn't know whether to say something about it, or continue to enjoy the pleasant aroma of her garments.
"Uhn..." He grunted as perfume mixed with her feminine odours causing his penis to fight with the steel that bound his manhood.
"You be a good boy now..." She said naked and patting him on the cheek.
"I'll... Uhn... try..." He grunted between gritted teeth as he saw her bare breasts, they were so round and perky.
What happened next surprised him the most, she took a step away from him, and then decreased in height by almost eight inches! He blinked several times in a row as he tried to digest the new information. Cassy however had climbed inside the compartment then closed it after herself.
A moment later he could see her exposed vagina and suddenly understood why she locked him into chastity! Her pussy was so wet and scrumptious! No sane man could hold himself back from a prize that beautiful and that close!
"UHN!!" He grunted under the strain of penial muscle pressing against cold hard metal, it was a fight he could not win!
"You may summon the Mule now." Cassy's muffled voice said.
Lowering her clothes from his nose he set them down on a nearby table, then pulled the cord that ran through a hole in the wall. He knew from previous visits with his wife that in an adjoining room it was attached to a small bell.
Seconds seemed to stretch into years inside the box. Even with her legs up against the wall, and her body on a downwards slop, Cassy was very comfortable. There were handles and rails all over the sides and above. She could use them to adjust her body, or even to hold on for dear life!
She knew that most women would be filled with dread and fear in such a confined space, she however was filled with anticipation! Goosebumps raced up and down her body as she heard the footsteps. The Mule was reputed to have a distinctive heavy footfall.
Cassy had never met him, but she knew his reputation; he was a giant with skin as black as night, and eyes that could almost peer into a person's soul.
What she did hear most often was the size of his penis. Most men bragged heavily and under delivered, the Mule was said to have eleven inches of manhood... all of it real!
When she heard his deep breaths, she held hers! His girth was said to be the thickest of any man! She drank olive oil in a vain hope of it being a helpful lubricant... until Bob, her husband mentioned how it could provide lubricant to another nearby entrance to her body.
Tommy watched the giant black man enter the hallway, each foot step was a loud and deliberate affair as he approached him. His face was emotionless as he looked at Tommy, then over to the breeding booth.
The Mule was dressed in a business suit without the coat. His shirt and trousers were a dark grey, and his tie as black as he was. On his wrist he had a large silver watch that contrasted significantly with his dark flesh.
His hair was cut smartly. Tommy looked at the man who having dismissed him had turned his attention to Cassy. He didn't much like the invisible sensation, what he truly disliked more was how much greater of a professional lawyer the Mule looked than he!
Cassy's heart thudded in her chest in anticipation as she felt the Mule run his fingers across her exposed vagina. She shivered deeply, so much so that she thought it could have been a faint orgasm.
She couldn't seem him, but she knew that had to be the Mule, he was all business once he judged her vagina sufficiently moist. It seemed so alien to her that such a man wouldn't bring his face down to taste her goods.
Outside the breeding box Tommy looked on in a mixture of awe and curiosity as the Mule pulled down his zipper, then reached into his trousers to extract his penis. He knew he shouldn't be shocked but he was! All men had cocks, he had one of his own, but this one... it was both thick and long!
It was as dark as the Mule, nearly blue black, with a penis head slightly smaller than the shaft. It however resembled more of a dark coloured elephants trunk or a giant which snake than a man's genitals; it hung down from his pants, so long and soft!
"Ah!" Screamed Tommy when he realized his dick was growing from staring at another man's organ.
"Ah!!" He screamed louder a second time when he felt the tight confines of his penis trap!
The Mule paid him no mind, which unnerved him more! Tommy shut his eyes, then turned his head, but what he saw in the brief moment stayed burned inside his mind!
The black man beside him held his still flaccid cock as if it were a fireman's hose without the water making it rigid. With his other hand he gently stroked Cassy's labia.
Cassy heard Tommy's muffled cries, but paid them no heed, he after all had fulfilled his role. She closed her eyes tightly as her vagina started quivering under the light teases the Mule gave her.
She thought he was pushing his manhood into her as something thick and large pressed against her opening. It didn't linger between her pussy lips for long before entering deeper!
To Cassy it felt like a reverse birth! Instead of something coming out, something huge was going in!
