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- Herausgeber: December Drake
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Aspiring parents. Couples. An exclusive fertility club connects them with willing donors and surrogates, who are eager to serve. Enjoy quick stories where every woman leaves satisfied, and often claimed.
Volume includes:
- A man discovers his crush in the club, seeking a donor.
- A businessman seeks a surrogate, and ends up craving more than he bargained for.
- A professor has her life plan ready when she enters the club, but forbidden, unrequited feelings get in the way.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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Club Breed: Volume One
December Drake
Copyright © 2024 December Drake
All rights reserved.
No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.
This book is a work of fiction. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.
Contents
Breeding His Crush
Austin tugged at the yellow bracelet on his wrist, where the word DONOR was emblazoned in large letters, for all to see. “I can’t believe I let you two talk me into this.”
Jack propped his feet up and chuckled. “This is gonna blow your mind, believe me.”
“Fuck, I can’t wait.” Jack’s brother Shane bounced restlessly on his heels, then resumed pacing the dim waiting room.
As soon as Jack and his twin had approached him at the frat alumni party, Austin knew it’d end in trouble. The twins were always into trouble, of only one variety: women. The pair had left a trail of double-teamed conquests in their wake in college, including the Dean’s wife.
When they’d convinced Austin to go with them to register as sperm donors out of the blue, Austin’s alarm bells were sounding off, and hard. The twins weren’t interested in anything that didn’t end with a woman spit-roasted between them.
Not long after they were cleared as healthy donors by the selective, elite clinic, Jack had shown up on Austin’s doorstep, waving a gilt-lettered invitation to some place called Club Breed.
Austin had since learned that invitations to the exclusive sex club came by referral only, for eligible donors and fertility clinic patients. Inside, single women, couples, and even surrogates would be waiting.
Waiting, and ready to be bred. Along with Club Breed’s spectator members, who paid handsomely to watch.
There were only a few other men in the dark, lushly appointed waiting room alongside Austin and the twins. Entrance into Club Breed was staggered into small groups, so that the spectators could enjoy every breeding at leisure.
And while the donors waited to enter, they were treated to large screens with rotating views of Club Breed’s many activity rooms, to keep them primed and ready.
The screen currently showed one of the main breeding rooms, where men in yellow bracelets like Austin’s were busy thrusting, pounding, and pumping into willing women spread out on beds, chaise lounges, and couches.
Some donors and women wore intricate, masquerade-style masks to keep their identities hidden, and just as many wore no masks at all.
The twins hadn’t bothered when they were offered masks at the door, and neither had Austin. It wasn’t like he was a celebrity, or a member of high society. As an investment banker in his mid-twenties, he had nothing to hide.
When Austin drew closer to the screen, he realized that there was a quiet audio feed. The groans, grunts, and slapping of flesh had his partial erection going to full attention.
The view switched to another room, where women wearing purple bracelets were being bred. Austin knew from the brochure that those in purple bracelets were surrogates.
There were a lot of couples in the surrogate room, and most were participants. From the looks of it, several wives were turned on by the sight of their husbands breeding other women. The husbands, of course, were more than happy to be filling young, ripe surrogates.
One wife knelt beside her thrusting husband. She lifted the surrogate’s leg to give her husband deeper access, and he sped up, gasping and groaning as he furiously bucked into the young woman.
Club Breed also had a space for the opposite, where donor men bred wives right in front of their husbands. Apparently, it was a very popular option for cuckolds, hotwives, and other couples just wanting a good time while getting pregnant.
The shadowy spectator seating on the edges were full of activity, as those watching stroked themselves, their partners, and maybe strangers. Austin even caught the steady movement of a spectator bouncing in her partner’s lap.
A handful of spectators walked the floor, marked by white bracelets. Those who had paid even more to watch the breedings up close, or to even touch.
A man in a suit paused near a couple that had just finished. He nudged the woman’s legs wide to inspect the cum trickling from her pussy, before nodding his approval and continuing on.
Austin moved to the next screen, trying to decide how he felt about having a spectator that close to him while he bred a woman.
He still couldn’t believe that he was going through with this, at all.
The breeding itself was admittedly enticing. Impregnating a woman by taking her raw and filling her with his seed appealed to him on the basest, most primal level. Austin wouldn’t pretend that he hadn’t gotten hard every time he’d even glanced at the sex club’s brochure.
He’d just always expected to be doing it with a partner of his own.
Austin knew he still had plenty of time to find the right girl, and settle down. But he was already weary of the dating scene. He hadn’t found a date that could get his heart racing in a long time. It was possible he never would again.
That was why he’d given in, and allowed the twins to drag him here. He’d been trying too hard. Maybe it was time to let go, and just enjoy.
The screen in front of him rotated to the multiple partners room, and Austin’s brows came up. Here, single women and couples had indicated that it was okay for multiple donors to attempt breeding them in one night.
A donor pulled his dripping cock out of a kneeling woman, and was immediately replaced by another ready donor. On the other side of the room, Austin could barely spot the woman, under the sweaty mass of thrusting, grunting men covering her.
“Goddamn,” Shane muttered beside him.
“She’s gonna feel that in morning,” Jack drawled behind them.
He and Jack had a green line across their yellow bracelets, indicating that they were twins. Austin didn’t know the rules around it, but he imagined being bred by twins must be a special treat, with their nearly identical DNA.
“I hear there are a few hidden rooms, with no cameras,” Shane told them. “Where the more hardcore breedings happen.”
Austin frowned. “What, like being tied up, or something?”
Shane shrugged. “Tied up, tied down. Or, held down. Being made to take it. Bred by force.”
One of the other men in the room growled hungrily at Shane’s words, stroking himself through his sweats.
