"Who's next on the List?"

"I'll pull that up for you right now sir," Melissa says happily. Her eyes dart almost imperceptibly fast towards your cock bulging through the blanket before shifting her focus on her device. Like most lists, the List was an ordered sequence of items - in this case, potential breeding whores. The purpose of the List was to tabulate all the women who had legally requested a breeding session with you, and whose medical records were up to date. One thing you admired about this particular system was that it was basically fair. Any woman with a clean bill of health and a dream can get bred. Needless to say though, the List was somewhat lengthy, and the governing body didn't necessarily love the idea of you breeding women one at a time, something about "event inefficiency." Eventually, semen collection technology had advanced to the point where your excess jizz could be quickly retrieved from the body of any new mother, so they stopped complaining as much. Once in a while you liked to knock a few names of the list, just to give the people some hope.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Melissa's singsong voice steeped in glossy professionalism. "Here we are, sir. The next woman's name is Janet. She's 45 and inherited her spot on the list after her mother passed away." You hadn't been around _that _long, but it strikes you that a woman's spot on the list could be considered a sort of heirloom. You scratch your chin. "I see. Can you pull up her information for me?" Your secretary smiles. "Right away." A holographic screen is projected in front of your face displaying a 3D scan of the prospective breeding whore. Janet has a pretty face, beginning to show signs of wrinkles. She wasn't going to win any prizes in a fitness competition, but her body had a nice thick hourglass shape. What really grabbed your attention was the set of massive, natural tits proudly displayed on her chest. You can already imagine those things hanging down like udders while you fuck her from behind. Or maybe you'd make her milk your cock with them while sliding your tip into her mouth. The sky's really the limit for a giant rack like that. Your cock twitches underneath the blanket as Melissa steals another glance.

"Okay, let's table her for now, who's after that?" You ask your secretary. Of course, just because woman was next on the List did not mean that you were required to breed her. Sometimes you skipped around for various reasons. Unfortunately, the women who are skipped are immediately placed at the bottom of the List by default. "Next on the List is Erin," Melissa informs you. "She is 18 and obtained her spot via donation." Of course, you thought, another rich slut trying get bred with mommy's credit card. A disturbingly common trend involved women with more money than patience simply buying their spot on the List. Running the Breeding Complex wasn't cheap, and the governing body was happy to accept what they call donations in exchange for certain benefits. So, the List was fair, it was just more fair for rich people. Anticipating your request, Melissa had already pulled up Erin's information. She's pretty much what you expected, a toned blonde cheerleader type with a tight, round ass and small perky tits. You could toss her around and fuck her senseless with ease, not to mention punish her pussy with your massive cock in protest against the waning integrity of the List. Yeah, that'll show them.

Decisions like these were best made with a full erection. You pull the blanket down past your thighs, grab Melissa's hand and place it on your cock. "Stroke my dick and give me your assessment of the situation," you order. Melissa happily obliges, her soft and perfectly moisturized fingers wrapping around your shaft, pumping your cock up and down. Your penis quickly springs to life, engorging to full size in just a few seconds under Melissa's expert touch. Your boner is so large that her fingertips do not touch and she was now twisting her hand in time with her strokes to give your shaft full coverage. "Of course, sir," she beings. "The circumference of Janet's hips indicate that the probability of a successful delivery is extremely high. In addition, her large breasts suggest that - "

"Okay, that's enough," you interrupt. "I get it, you went to Breeding School. Tell me which of these sluts would be more fun for my cock to breed. Be specific." Melissa's expression is apologetic for the first time. "Yes, sir," she says, her voice no longer the saccharine droning of a class C employee. She increases the strength of her grip on your pulsing cock, her practiced fingers working the tip, causing you to thrust your hips slightly in time with the motion of her hand. "There are pros and cons to each. Janet would be a great fuck, her sturdy body could keep up with your pounding if you want to get rough with her. I bet her pussy can take this fucking thing all the way to the base. Not to mention, teaching a more mature woman how to please your giant cock and treating her like a naive teenager would probably turn you on. I'm sure you saw her tits, and I'm sure you imagined her squeezing your cock between those monsters. Imagine putting her on her knees and standing over her, sliding this giant cock between those warm pillows. She'd look up at you, silently praying you'll decide to cum in her pussy and make her a real breeding slut."

Melissa's speech had sent your cock pulsing, precum now steadily flowing out of the tip all over her hands. She had increased the speed of her stroking, feeling you getting hornier. "Suck the tip while you stroke. Tell me about Erin now," you order. Melissa leans over the bed and swallows the huge tip of your cock, both hands now pumping and twisting on the shaft. She sucks back and forth across the head, rubbing it on her lips, tongue flicking across the opening of your urethra. She continues stroking as she pops your cockhead out of her mouth, resting her lips around it so you can feel them move while she speaks. "Erin is a filthy dumpster slut. You wouldn't have to train her, but I doubt she could take your entire cock in any hole. She'd scream and beg to be fucked without asking. You'd absolutely destroy her pussy and throat. If you pump - mph!" Her monologue is interrupted by your cock aggressively shoving against the back of her throat. The word "throat" sort of set you off. For a while, you pump your cock in and out of her mouth. Melissa does not attempt to continue talking, instead turning her attention to stroking and throating your breeding rod. Eventually, you pull out and rest the tip back on her lips. Melissa correctly takes this as a sign to continue. "If you pump your load inside her, her pussy will ache and milk your cock as if she were trained. Plus, she's a stuck up bitch and punishing her body would probably be cathartic for anyone."

You shove your cock back down Melissa's throat while you contemplate her assessment. Her oral arguments are certainly compelling.