Ivana Swallows

The break room was thick with tension and the sweet scent of expensive perfume mixed with lingering traces of cum. The new uniforms had transformed the entire clinic into something that looked more like a high-end fetish brothel than a medical facility.

Mary sat at the corner table, tugging futilely at the hem of her absurdly short white skirt. Her massive tits were barely contained by the straining shirt, the deep cleavage on full display, areolas threatening to peek out with every breath. The white choker around her neck felt like a collar.

Across from her sat the usual group — Sally, Aunty, and two new senior additions who had been promoted under the latest directives.

One of them immediately commanded attention.

Ivana Swallows.

35 years old. 5'7". Italian descent with beautiful mid-toned olive skin. Measurements: 34GG-24-38. A body that looked like it had been sculpted for pure sin — incredibly toned waist and legs from obsessive gym work, yet blessed with an enormous, heavy pair of breasts that rivalled even the most exaggerated hentai proportions. Her long dark hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her full lips were painted a deep, cock-sucking red. Her uniform was modified even further than regulations required — the top unbuttoned dangerously low, garters pulled tight to accentuate her thick thighs.

Her nickname around the clinic had already spread: Ivana Swallows.

She lived up to it.

Beside her sat Katherine — “Doctor Bitch” — a sharp-featured, dominant blonde in her early 40s who had been promoted to oversee “quality control” of extractions.

Sally bounced in her seat, still excited despite everything. “Hey everyone, so this new law… it’s great, right? We’re basically heroes now!”

Mary stared into her coffee, jaw tight.

“Yeah,” she said flatly. “We have to wank off, suck off, and fuck dozens of men every day to extract their semen ‘for the good of the country.’ Real heroic.”

Ivana leaned back, crossing her long legs. Her massive tits jiggled heavily with the motion. She smirked arrogantly.

“Oh please,” Ivana said in a smooth, slightly accented voice dripping with superiority. “Some of us were born for this. These pathetic men need superior women like us to drain them properly. If it wasn’t for me, half these donors would be wasting their loads in their own hands like losers.”

Sally giggled. “You really do swallow everything, don’t you Ivy?”

“Every. Single. Drop.” Ivana licked her lips slowly. “It’s called dedication.”

Aunty hummed softly, eyes closed in quiet prayer.

Katherine — Doctor Bitch — smirked coldly. “The new quotas are clear. Full penetration is now standard procedure for high-value donors. Pregnancy risk is acceptable if the genetics are approved. We’re no longer just milkmaids. We’re breeding facilitators.”

Mary’s Breaking Point

Mary slammed her cup down. The table went quiet.

“You think this is good?” she said, voice shaking with barely contained rage and shame. “That we can’t have normal sex with our husbands because some dumb fuck of a Prime Minister passed this stupid law? My Tom is at home right now, locked in a chastity cage, wearing a bright red shirt that says WANKER across the chest, because he dared to touch himself while looking at my pictures.”

Her voice cracked.

“This is humiliation. Pure fucking humiliation. I have to come to work dressed like a cheap porn star, tits spilling out, skirt barely covering my arse, while my husband sits at home miserable and denied. Every time I spread my legs for some stranger, I’m cheating on him. And the worst part?” She laughed bitterly. “Part of me is starting to love it.”

Ivana raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, a jealous glint in her eye. “Careful, Mary. Don’t act like you’re better than this. We all know you’re one of the top collectors. Those massive mommy tits of yours probably make half the donors cum just by looking at them.”

Sally looked between them nervously. “Come on, girls… we’re all in this together.”

Mary stood up, adjusting her ridiculous uniform. Her huge tits bounced heavily.

“I have to get to work,” she muttered. “Before I say something I’ll regret.”

Back in the Booth

Mary stepped into her assigned premium gloryhole suite. The new uniform made every movement obscene. The skirt rode up instantly as she sat down.

A mechanical whir.

A thick, veiny cock flopped through the hole — already semi-hard.

Mary sighed, snapped on a pair of purple gloves out of lingering habit, then immediately pulled them off again. New rules. Bare hands. Maximum sensation.

“Here we fucking go,” she whispered.

She wrapped both soft hands around the stranger’s cock and began stroking with long, practiced twists. Her heavy tits rested against the edge of the bench, nearly spilling out completely.

From the observation room, she knew Tom was watching today.

Poor Tom, she thought as she pumped faster. Watching your wife dressed like this, jerking off another man.

The donor groaned loudly. Mary leaned forward and let her tongue drag slowly up the underside of his shaft before swallowing the head into her warm, wet mouth.

This is cheating. This is wrong.

But she sucked harder, bobbing her head, saliva dripping down her chin onto her exposed cleavage. The donor thrust forward, fucking her throat eagerly.

Next to her booth, she could hear Ivana Swallows working.

“Oh yes, baby,” Ivana’s arrogant voice carried through the thin walls. “Give Ivy that thick load. You know you want to fill my superior throat.”

The wet, filthy sounds of deepthroating followed, mixed with Ivana’s smug moans.

Mary felt a twisted spike of jealousy and arousal. She pulled off the cock in her mouth with a wet pop and turned around, bending over and backing her soaked pussy onto the stranger’s dick through the gloryhole.

“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Use me.”

The man groaned and started pounding her. Mary’s massive tits swung heavily inside the strained shirt as she got fucked hard. Her mind raced with guilt.

Tom is watching this right now. Seeing me dressed like a whore. Getting railed by a man he’s never met.

She came hard around the stranger’s cock, moaning loudly enough for the entire corridor to hear.

When the donor finally exploded deep inside her, Mary milked him with her pussy, then quickly collected the overflowing cum in a vial.

She whispered toward the hidden camera she knew Tom was watching through:

“I’m sorry, baby… but your wife is a cum-dump for Britain now.”

Break Room – Later

During her short break, Mary sat with flushed cheeks and cum still leaking down her thighs. Ivana Swallows strutted in, lips slightly swollen, looking smug.

“Already took eight loads,” Ivana announced arrogantly. “Five down the throat. Three in my pussy. What about you, Mary?”

Mary didn’t answer. She was thinking about Tom again.

He’s probably crying in the observation room right now. Or rock hard in his cage.

Doctor Katherine walked in, adjusting her own extremely revealing uniform.

“New directive just came down,” she said with a cruel smile. “Top performers get to choose one ‘personal donor’ per week for breeding attempts. Congratulations, Ivana. You’re currently leading.”

Ivana’s eyes flashed with triumph as she looked at Mary.

Mary stood up, adjusting her cum-stained uniform, and headed back to her booth.

This is my life now.

She bent over for the next cock, skirt flipped up, huge tits hanging out, red lipstick smeared.

And God help me… I’m starting to crave it.

To Be Continued…