Served Cold

Dave watched the ill-tempered woman—the same one who had chewed him out near his car earlier—snatch the Breeding Pass from his hand with a huff of deep, frustrated resignation. She was now entirely under the card’s compulsion, unable to refuse Dave's demand to breed her.

"Before this atrocity begins, I need your full identification," the woman demanded, her voice still laced with annoyance, but now tinged with a raw urgency that betrayed her submission. "I need to know the name of the pathetic hooligan who **** this upon me, for when I file a police report!"

"David Preston," Dave replied, grinning, savoring the irony of his victory.

The woman glared at him, pulling the laminated card closer. "Fine. My name is Brinda. Now lead the way, David. We are wasting daylight on your disgusting fantasy!"

Brinda, who radiated a strong don't-fuck-with-me energy, was now trapped, **** to receive his seed. He glanced around the main causeway. He needed a spot that was quick and discreet enough to avoid immediate detection by Mall Dog Chad, yet brazen enough to satisfy his desire for defiance.

His eyes fell upon a large, freestanding advertisement for a new movie near an escalator landing. It was wide enough to block the sightlines of the shuffling shoppers but offered virtually no sound dampening.

"Over here," Dave commanded, pulling Brinda toward the advertisement display.

She followed without argument, clutching the laminated card in one hand. "Hurry up, Preston. Find a corner. I need this repulsive obligation finished now," she muttered, clearly eager to conclude the humiliating scene.

Without waiting for more instructions, Brinda unbuttoned her matching business jacket and knee length gray skirt with brisk, business-like movements, allowing them to drop to the floor. Next came her white blouse, revealing a pair of C-cups packed within a white cotton bra. Dave was vindicated; he had correctly estimated their size earlier.

"Don't mistake compliance for consent, Preston. This is strictly a transaction," she hissed, pushing the Breeding Pass into Dave's chest roughly, still trying to maintain some semblance of control over the process. She quickly unclipped her bra, exposing her bare breasts fully.

Dave eagerly dropped his pants and boxers. His bare member sprang out, rigid in salute to her body. Brinda glared at him, the angry glint in her eyes still present, even as she stepped forward and shoved him roughly against the advertisement stand.

She turned around, bent at the waist, and efficiently guided his erection between her waiting pussy lips.

Dave grunted as he felt the tight, warm enclosure of her mature body wrapping around his dick. The raw, swift penetration was intensely pleasurable. He gripped her wide hips and slammed into her quickly, driven by the desire to complete the act and confirm his **** by planting his seed.

She didn't make a sound of pleasure, only sharp, involuntary gasps as his thrusts became faster and deeper. The **** of their movements caused the large advertisement stand to vibrate slightly, but the thick flow of passing shoppers paid little attention, unaware of the quick, **** act unfolding just feet from them.

Dave put more **** behind his flexing hips, thinking of her earlier insults. The memory that she had said he was from a "generation of lazy halfwits!" fueled his climax.

With a loud, defiant shout, Dave unloaded his virile cum deep into Brinda's fertile womb. He held himself inside her for a long moment, ensuring his mission to impregnate her was thoroughly met.

When he finally pulled out, Brinda immediately slid her bra and blouse back into place, her expression unreadable. She then gathered her skirt and jacket.

"You enjoy your cheap thrill, David," she spat out, adjusting her gray skirt. "I'm taking this child to term, but rest assured, your insolence will be officially documented!"

Dave merely watched her dress, pulling up his own pants with a satisfied smirk. He had gotten his **** and his conquest in one fell swoop. He had beaten the ill-tempered woman, securing his right to be a man and a dad in the same act.

With a final, disgusted glance at Dave, Brinda turned and marched off toward the escalator.

Dave patted the pocket where his Breeding Pass now rested securely. He had won. Now, he just had to decide what was next.