Become a breeder

You wait, lying down on the massage bed. How many men have stared at this ceiling? Old, and in need of repainting. How much sex has this building seen? How many **** women, with no other options chose this life instead of homelessness or starvation? Is sex work inherently coercive? Are you a **** for having leveraged economic power? And what does it say that these women are mostly non-white? Are immigrants and refugees more likely to resort to such **** measures? Or have they been trafficked, promised jobs or education and then had their passports taken away?

The madam enters, ending your dark reflection.

"You make lots of cum." she says. "More than other men."

You notice the ring on her finger. Is she the exploiter, or the exploited? In any case, her aura exudes power. She is not intimidated or shocked by your naked, post-coital form. Not disgusted by your sweaty body, at least not openly. Suddenly, you feel naked, and try to hide your cock.

"Yeah."

She stands over you. She's shorter than you, but looking down on you she may as well be 50 feet tall. She grabs your hands, and pulls them off your cock. Her eyes examine it, and under her gaze your cock springs to attention, elongating and hardening until it rests on your stomach. She grasps it with her right hand, her cold ring sending shivers down your spine. She uses her fingers to feel and examine. With two fingers, she gently opens your cockhole, looking inside. She caresses your balls.

"I've heard of your condition. It makes for good breeders."

You nod.

"To be a breeder, you must impregnate all types of women. Fat women. Skinny women. Tall women. Short women. Ugly women. Women who are bad at sex. Women who smell. Women who annoy you. I will find these women for you. But you must fill them all." She says, as if she's talking about normal affairs. There is no disgust in her voice, she talks about these women as if they're merely duties.

"I can do that" you say.

"I want to see your load. Cum for me when I tell you."

She stops touching your cock. You smile, uncomfortably. Her neutral expression is unbroken.

You start rubbing your cock, looking at her. Her dress is tight, hugging the shapes of her figure. Your fist pumps your cock slowly as your work

"Faster." she says, as if commanding a dog.

You look at her. Her wrinkled face, still beautiful. You jerk your cock rapidly. With your condition, you feel your arms tiring faster than they used to.

"Pretend we are fucking." she says. "Faster!"

You jerk your cock even faster.

She sprays something out of a perfume bottle. You gag, as you smell putrid shit.

"Keep going" she says. You try to focus on her face. You hope to god no women you'll breed will fart like that.

Suddenly she makes a funny face. You laugh. She slaps you.

"Laugh, and they'll get mad. You fool."

You nod. Keep this serious.

"Now, cum for me."

You jerk as fast as possible until your muscles give in. You focus on the madam, imagining her in every sexual position. Gagging on your cock. Getting her ass railed. Being filled with your cum in every hole. You cum, exhausted. Spurts landing all over your chest and stomach. Some even land on your face. Your arms and legs go numb, and your heart, beating so rapidly begins to slow down. Half-asleep, you hear her.

"Idiot." she says. "He didn't have to push himself so hard." You feel a wetness, some kind of rag as it cleans the cum off of your body.

Peacefully, you sleep.