The Fertility Clinic

This story will feature elements of humiliation, sexual domination/****, raceplay, and probably other sorts of things that would be immoral and/or illegal if actually undertaken. Needless to say, these things are not condoned in real life, and you should not be running around emulating the characters in this story.

You are a fertility specialist named Dr. David Logan (but you can change the name if you wish; you can also change the color of your hair and eyes, which are blond and blue by default). You work exclusively by referral and word of mouth. Your methods are extremely unconventional, but you do boast a 100% success rate.

I don’t plan on this being a particularly long story, and it will probably not have any branching paths (or if there are any, they will be very minimal). Really, it’s just a short story idea I had but didn’t feel like going to another site to post. Thanks for indulging me.

A knock on the side of your open doorway gets your attention. You look over to see your assistant, Christine Ng. She stands demurely with her hands behind her back. Long, lean legs poke out from beneath a short skirt. Your gaze moves up her slender waist and lingers on her breasts. They’re not overly large but a decent size—more than enough to grab hold of whenever you’re railing her from behind.

She’s left the top two buttons of her blouse undone—no doubt for your benefit (what a good little chink). She’d gotten some blond streaks put into her dark hair over the weekend, and you can’t say you disapprove.

You lock eyes with her for a moment. Her lips go pouty for just a second before parting, ever so slightly.

“Your next appointment is here, doctor,” she says in a soft voice.

You smile at your assistant. “Very good. Let them know I’ll be right there, Christine.”

She smiles back and makes a big show of swaying her curvy hips as she turns around and returns to the front of the office. You finish up the last of your scotch and place the now empty glass on the desk. You grab your phone and lean back in your chair as you scroll through photos of Christine.

She’s partially clothed in a few of them, but nude in most. You pause on one that you’re particularly fond of. She’s completely nude, except for the belt that you had wrapped around her throat like a makeshift collar. Down on her knees, cupping her modestly sized tits, while your cum drips down her face.

Mmmm, that was a fun night. It was the same night you got her to cancel her plans to move across the country, break off her engagement and come work for you. Sure, she had no medical training, or even any experience working in an office. But she was ****. And she sucked a mean cock. And was eager as hell to do so, every single time your were in the mood.

But then, when was the last time you met an Asian bitch that wasn’t eager for some white cock once they’d gotten a taste of it?

OK, enough of that. You decide to check your schedule while you wait for your partial stiffy to go dormant again. Who was it you were supposed to be seeing next? You run a hand through your short blond hair and bring up the records on the computer for the couple you’re supposed to be seeing.