The Breeding Booth

At the age of thirty, with her biological clock ticking, prim and proper high school teacher, Rachel, turned to extreme measures. Despite being an intelligent, curvaceous blonde with beautiful blue eyes, she hadn't found the one to settle down with. Focussed on her career, the good ones had seemingly passed her by. Believing all things should be natural, she was against IUI and IVF treatment.

When she learned of a very private clinic, offering to help women conceive anonymously through natural means, and for free, she set up a consultation with one of the female treatment doctors. The clinic still followed legal procedures and vetted its sperm donors like any other clinic, but it used an unorthodox method. The donors weren't paid to provide samples, they paid to deliver the sample.

Allowing multiple men to anonymously deposit their potent sperm deep inside her fertile womb, frightened and excited Rachel in equal measure. Knowing they would all be clean and tested robustly for diseases and any underlying health conditions, and they would meet her own criteria, tall, handsome, successful, Caucasian males, with blonde hair like herself, she signed up to get pregnant.

Deciding it was now or never, Rachel returned to the all-female staffed clinic during the most fertile stage of her cycle, clothed casually in a pair of jeans, a white blouse and a jacket. Her blonde hair sat gracefully around her shoulders, while a nervous, innocent smile occupied her pretty, angelic face. A shy introvert, she knew she couldn't do it without strict confidentiality and full anonymity.

"Good afternoon, Rachel," her doctor greeted her. Maria was a tall, slender brunette, one of the founders of the clinic. "How are you feeling?" she smiled.

"Nervous," Rachel replied.

"You wouldn't be normal if you weren't. But don't worry, you're in safe hands with us. Now, the good news is, the men have arrived," Maria said.

"And the bad news?" Rachel wondered anxiously.

"There are eight of them."

"Eight?" Rachel gasped. "I said no more than four."

"Yes, I know, but there has been a mistake. But don't worry, they are all exactly as you requested, and don't forget, Rachel, if at anytime you want to stop, you just hit the red button, which will be located on the wall in front of you."

"Ok," Rachel breathed, her eyes wide in disbelief. "Eight increases my chances, I guess."

"Exactly. Now, I'll take you to your room. We do it in such a way that none of the patients cross paths, and nobody can see into the room, just as you won't be able to see out of it, but I will talk to you through the private intercom."

"Ok, let's do this," Rachel exhaled heavily once more, her heart racing.

"Oh, Rachel," Maria paused.

"Yes?"

"Enjoy it. A woman conceives far more easily when she is relaxed and receptive to the man's sperm. Throw away any preconceived judgements you may have. Give your mind as well as your body and you will succeed in catching pregnant."

"I'll try," Rachel blushed, finally smiling.

The room was small, almost claustrophobic, but it was very clean, ironically sterile. It only had a reclining leather chair positioned directly in front of a waist-high opening in the wall. It was designed for one purpose and one purpose only, for female patients to slide the lower half of their bodies through and dangle their legs on the other side. Rachel gulped at the red button.

"Hello again, Rachel," Maria's voice came through the intercom. "If you haven't already, please make sure the door is locked and remove your clothes, your bottom half at least. Then make yourself comfortable on the chair. There are buttons on the side to adjust the angle slightly."

"I'll do it now," she replied, barely recognising her own voice.

Locking the door behind her, Rachel removed her shoes, socks, jacket and panties, then climbed onto the chair, keeping her blouse and bra on. Trying to compose her breathing, she slid her long, slender legs into the dark opening and watched them disappear, along with her shaven mound. Her stomach churned as if she were on a rollercoaster, about to drop into the abyss.

Once the rim of the small circular opening was above her navel, she closed her eyes and exhaled a deep, anxious breath. Even though she was terrified, her nipples were rock hard, rubbing against the fabric of her bra, and her pussy was oozing plenty of natural lubrication. The anticipation of knowing but not fully knowing, had her juices flowing freely.

"Are you in position, Rachel?" Maria asked over the intercom.

"Uh..." she hesitated. "Yes, I'm... I'm ready, Maria."

"Ok, the men will be with you shortly, and don't forget to hit the red button when you want to stop. It will also notify the men on the other side. Don't worry, Rachel. They will stop immediately."

"Ok, let's do this," her soft voice quivered.

On the other side of the wall, eighteen naked men, hiding their identities from each other with masks, stood in absolute silence, and in the order they paid for. The most expensive went first, the cheapest last, but all paid a kings ransom for the privilege, knowing the women had to go through the same robust health checks, and come from an affluent setting, giving the potential child a promising future.

The men were divided into two columns of eight and ten, separated by walls for privacy. The column of ten were all black men from the sporting arena to the boardroom, they were there to fuck a white woman who was married to a black man who fired blanks. The column of eight were the blue-eyed blonds that Rachel had requested, intelligent tech guys, lawyers and businessmen.

But someone at the clinic had mistakenly put the men in the wrong columns. When the green light on their side of the wall illuminated, one black man and one white man approached their respective pair of dangling legs, none the wiser. It didn't matter to them, but it did to the women on the other side. The first black man smiled at Rachel's legs and slid his hands up and down her smooth, pale skin.

"We got ourselves a snowbunny," he chuckled over his shoulder at the other nine, naked black men. "And boy does she look tight for what I'm about to give her."

Inside the fertility room, the breeding booth as the men called it, Rachel froze at the hands on her legs. She could hear the faint murmur of voices, but she couldn't hear what had just been said, and she had no idea those hands were black. Her pretty blue eyes darted around the room, her mind racing as she tried to prepare herself to be taken, to be filled and bred by several anonymous men.

She took another deep breath, her full chest rising as she filled her lungs with air. The hands explored her legs, softly stroking her skin, from her calves to between her thighs, those black hands aroused and frightened her before the stranger got down on his knees and spread her legs wide, his warm breath on her hot, shaven sex. Rachel gasped.

The black man feasted his eyes on the tight, soft pussy in front of him, warm and moist, waiting to be fucked, offered for insemination. But as he was the first in line, he took a moment to appreciate how pretty and pink it was. Not many white women came in seeking a black child, just as the black women rarely came in hoping for a white one. Interracial couples were like gold dust in the clinic.

He breathed in the scent of Rachel's sweet essence and ran his tongue up her wet pussy, from her opening to her clit. He smirked at her immediate reaction. Her body jerked and her faint moans seeped through the opening in the wall. He licked her again and again, exploring her unspoiled cunt. His thick black cock was hard and ready, pulsing in need to give the white woman what he thought she came in for. A black baby.

Rachel began to pant, her hands on the wall in front of her, her back arched as a stranger probed her pussy with his tongue and then his fingers. Unable to see him, she closed her eyes, her mind creating a vivid image of a handsome blond man eating her out sensually, believing there was another seven men just like him, lined up to take their turn, their cocks hard and ready to fill her up.

The mental image, combined with the reality of having a strangers head buried between her thighs, sent Rachel into orgasm. She bucked and convulsed on the leather chair, coating the black man's face in her juices. Flushed and ready to take her first cock of the afternoon, Rachel unbuttoned her blouse and sat up to unhook her bra. Her large breasts spilled free. She held them and lay back down.

"I'm ready," she muttered under her breath, caressing her swollen tits, hoping one of the men was going to give her something that would really make her swell.

Smiling at her aching haven, and wiping the juices from his face, the black man placed Rachel's legs on his shoulders and positioned his engorged, dark purple dome to enter her. He rubbed it along her pink slit, teasing her slippery folds. They both gasped on either side of the wall, wondering what each other looked like, before he gently pushed a couple of inches of his thick, black meat into her tight, soaking wet, white pussy.

"Oh fuck that's big!" Rachel cried out, making sure she didn't hit the red button when her hands pressed against the wall.

"Damn that's tight," the black man breathed, thrusting slowly, feeding more and more of his length and girth into her.

"Oh Christ!" Rachel gritted her teeth, flung her head back, and gulped for air.

The sensation was one of complete fullness. His cock big and hard, stretching her inner walls. Rachel bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans, but once he was over half way inside, she cried out to be fucked and fell back in the chair, which was already in the lying position. She was so wet, her pussy eagerly welcomed him in.

"Yeah, that's it, baby, you can take it," the black man groaned, fucking her with slow, deep strokes.

Once she could take him, he held her legs apart, his eyes fixed on his big black cock plunging in and out of her hairless white mound, emerging with her thick, frothy juices bathing his dark chocolate length. He could faintly hear her moaning on the other side of the wall, encouraging him to make her come, so he sped up and began to fuck her properly, hoping to fuck a black baby into her white womb.

No idea she was being fucked by a black man, Rachel raised her hips to meet his thrusts, grasping at the orgasm building inside of her. It was so close, like needing to sneeze, feeling the itch getting stronger and stronger as it got closer. She grabbed her large breasts and pushed them together, swirling her thumbs around her taut, sensitive nipples as they jutted out.

"Yes! Fuck me! Make me cum! Fuck! Make me pregnant!" she cried out, losing control. "Yes! Yes! Yes! That's it!" she panted desperately, taking his big cock.

"Yeah! Cum for me, baby!" the black man urged, feeling her pussy clamping around his shaft. His balls tightened, almost ready to deliver the load she wanted inside her.

Back and forth through the wall, the pair communicated their carnal desires through mutual moaning and grunting. Rachel's mind was a blur, her pussy hot with lust and desire, her womb ready to receive all the sperm it could handle.

"Fuck you're so tight!" the black man grunted, pounding her hard and deep.

Rachel gripped the edges of the bed, her hips tilted, her back arched, taking the deepest fucking of her life. She was almost there. Then the thought that she had more men lined up to fuck her sent her over the edge. As her breasts bounced violently, she climaxed on her first black cock without even realising it.

"Ohhhhh fuck!" the black man roared, unable to hold back any longer.

His thrusts became urgent and desperate before he joined Rachel in orgasm. He came with so much force, ramming his cock deep inside her, she thought he was going to penetrate her stomach. But he did no such thing. Instead, he spewed copious amounts of potent sperm into her fertile womb, drowning her insides.

As the pair rejoiced in ecstasy, the black man beckoned the next man in line to come forward. He kept his cock buried balls deep, telling number two that he didn't want his load to run out of her.

"Hurry up, man," he said.

"I'm ready," the second black man grinned, eager to swap places.

As the first black man slipped free, the second took hold of Rachel's trembling legs and slipped his equally large black cock into her soggy, white pussy, and began to fuck her in earnest. The first black man quietly left the area to the sounds of the second guy adding his load. He didn't last long, but he delivered what was required of him and handed over to the third guy, who also didn't last long.

Rachel was exhausted by the time guy number six thrust his big cock into her. Her pussy was already battered and stretched, flowing like never before, flowing with a mix of her own juices and the multiple loads of cum that the black men had fired into her. Unsure how many guys she had taken, she decided to trust the process and revelled in the joys of being anonymously gang-fucked.

Once all ten had fucked her pussy raw and filled her womb with their cum, Rachel pulled herself inside the room and rested for a while, internalising the shock at what she had done. Then Maria's voice came over the intercom, nervous and shaky. She realised the error after it was too late, and in her panicked state, had decided to let it play out, in the hope that neither woman would catch pregnant.

But nine months later, Rachel gave birth to a beautiful little black boy. The staff at the hospital were so happy for her, seeing past any stereotypes of a single white woman and her black baby. Rachel cradled her little boy with nothing but love and devotion, her shock at having given birth to a black child had dissipated. She was his mommy and nobody could take that away from them.

"Your mommy needs to book another appointment with Maria, doesn't she little one? We can't have you being the only child."

Rachel told everyone she was in a private relationship with a black man, but she wanted to raise the baby alone. Once she was back on her feet, she was back in the breeding booth, this time with the father of her child, fucking her weekly through the wall, on his own, until he impregnated her with a baby black girl.