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The Breeder ( Maiesiobreed x Thomas Parker)

Nykar

Let me be the demon to your evil queen
Joined
Nov 25, 2017
Location
Tennessee
Thomas sighed as he looked over his article. He was trying to capture the desperation of what life was like for poorer rural Americans but it just wasn't cutting it. He had done his best but he knew he needed another set of eyes. He sighed, regretting it. Thomas was a writer for an up and coming website and he hoped to really make it big. Unfortunately the only person who could help him was his biggest pain. Nothing he ever did was good enough for her and she was also so critical. The worst part was though she still made his writing better so he had to suffer through her making fun of him and undermining him just to make the best article he could.

He sighed again, getting up from his desk and heading to her office. Of course she got an office. She was the only writer that had one. She had just finished her second book and every professional woman he knew was raving about how much of an inspiration she was. If they knew what a raging bitch she was they might reconsider. He gave a quick knock and opened the door "Hey, do you mind looking at this?" He asked, assuming she wasn't doing anything major since she normally took lunch at this time.
 
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Robyn couldn't believe that she was doing this again. She had sworn the last time would have been the last, but she couldn't help herself as she breathed heavily and opened up the Pinterest page that housed her deepest secret...

She was 27 and easily the biggest and most well known writer in this rinky dink website. She was a multi-published author, her last book, "A Woman's World," had sat at #1 on The NY Times best seller list for 25 weeks. Her message that women should no longer take a backseat to men professionally or personally had struck home with millions of women across the world. She had become a bastion of feminism, she was one of the biggest female icons in the country...and yet, nobody knew that she was living a lie.

Of course she believed what she wrote in those books and on the website (her column gathered millions of page views a day) but when she opened up her Pinterest page and saw row after row of women in various stages of pregnancy she moaned and put a hand on her own belly.

Pregnancy was a glorious thing, she had written in her first book, but women should remain dignified and respectable throughout. In reality, in her own mind, she YEARNED to be pregnant, to be swollen with life, to be so large she would be the center of attention, to be tied to a man who did this to her...it was all she fantasizes about.

She had kept it out of the workplace for a few years, but lately she had taken to locking her door to the office and indulging herself. Every time, she told herself, was the last time. But she knew it was a lie as her finger dipped below the hem of her sensible suit...

Unfortunately for her, the door she always remembered to lock had just been slightly open, not fully engaged with the lock. When Thomas entered without knocking and made his presence know, her fingers flew up from her crotch and she desperately tried to X out of the Pinterest page...but the goddamn site had frozen!

She looked at him blankly for a moment, knowing she had been caught. The evidence was on the screen that Thomas could easily see...and the room smelled of what she has been doing.

She decided to go on the offensive.

"What the fuck, Thomas? Don't you know how to knock?! That's ridiculous. What do you want? Probably want me to look over one of your pieces of drivel I'm sure," she said, trying to reclaim control of the situation.
 
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Thomas was frozen at the sight...and smell. He had clearly glimpsed her hand between her legs and the smell was unmistakable. He closed the door, more on instinct than anything else. His eyes then went to the computer and then to her, as if his mind was having trouble making sense of what he was seeing. Finally, he laughed, and stared at his tormentor. "So, the big bad feminist wants a man to knock her up? That is the funniest damn thing I have seen all day. That is so funny" He raised up his phone and snapped a picture of her. Her skirt still bunched up, the computer full of breeder porn and the look of shame and outrage on her face. "you know want Robyn? I think I have my story idea. This sounds like a great article. Hypocrite lies to her readers!" he then turned, and opened the door, but didn't move as quickly as he could have.
 
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"You don't know anything! You didn't see anything, you got that?" She said through gritted teeth, as she stood up from her desk, glaring at him as she turned off her monitor to try and hide the pictures she had been looking at.

"You give me that photo...do it or I'll...I'll..." she said, stammering to herself as she turned bright red. What exactly could she do? For the first time in her life she was not in a position of power...she hoped he was too dumb to realize his.

"What do you want for that picture?" She asked, trying to calm down. "Just let me know. Money? What?"
 
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"Hmm" Parker said as he paused in the doorway. He slowly closed it and turned around. He walked towards Robyn, suddenly realizing how much taller than she was than him. He moved closer to her, like large predator, stalking his prey that was finally trapped. "I want you, to sit your ass back down, turn around and go back to what you are doing." He turned away, looking the door. He leaned back, his eyes having an almost sinister quality to them. "and I don't want any back talk this time. Say anything other than yes sir and I walk out of that fucking door and see how many clicks I can get in the first hour!" he said, his eyes burning. Finally, he'd teach this smug bitch what it felt like to be walked all over.
 
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She looked up at him....he towered over her, more than a foot discrepancy in their height, and she suddenly realized she was in trouble. She was most certainly not in a position of power anymore....he had a picture of her with her hand very much down her business suit, rubbing herself to pictures of pregnant women on her computer screen. Her face burned red as she simply nodded and went back down to her seat, flicking her computer screen back on.

She was met with the familiar images and she felt her belly tighten....despite him watching her, she could feel her body respond. The pictures were glorious, women in various stages of pregnancy...and soon her nipples were hardening, her hand moving back down her business suit as the world around her disappeared. Her legs spread slowly as she found her soaked panties pressed against her pussy, her fingers dipping into her sticky, sopping wet folds, expertly playing with her clit as she imagined herself swollen with life, her belly prominenty on display for anyone to see.

She bit her lip, groaning as she spread her legs even wider, her eyes closed now as she moaned softly, her hips bucking slightly on the chair as she expertly fucked herself, an orgasm exploding through her tightly wound body, her head thrown back as she gasped....it had felt so good, much better than any time she had done this before.....was it because she was being watched?

"You....you got what you wanted....now give me the photo." She groaned.
 
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When Robyn turned around she'd find his phone out, recording everything she had done. He stopped the recording, placing his phone back in his pocket, a wicked grin on his face. "That wasn't the deal. You just assumed I'd do that. Hot stuff though, really." He said with a smirk, moving closer to her, standing back over her. Her head eye level to his waist. "Now, don't worry, I am going to help you with this though." he leaned down, moving far to close to her face. "I will be by your place around 8 tonight. You can have me a nice meal ready and please, wear something sexy. There we can talk about you getting the video and picture back. Of course you could say no and then..." He sighed, looking away and standing back up straight "Well who knows what will happen then? So, see you at 8?" he asked, starting to walk away.

Hot damn he could never touch Robyn and this would still be amazing. The power, seeing her squirm like this. It was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen in his life, and he knew this was only the beginning. He had power over her now, and he was going to use it until it broke...or she did.
 
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She stammered, seeing that his phone had been out the entire time, recording her touching herself as she looked at her shameful pictures on the computer. She was seething, but she was scared....if he released the video, if he released even the picture, she would be RUINED. Nobody would want to read anything she wrote if it was found that she was obsessed with being a mother, and not a strong, independent, career minded woman. She was completely stuck, and she knew it.

"I.....I.....fine. I will see you at 8 p.m. I'll have somethign nice for you to eat and I'll look nice, but we will TALK about gettign that video back, and deleting all copies you may have," She said, and then watched as he walked out of her office.

Her mind was a million miles away for the rest of the day. She couldn't concentrate on work and her eyes were glued to the clock as it ticked down to 5 p.m. When the day was over, she practically bolted out of the office, not making eye contact with anyone. She went to the store and brought a ham, first glazing it at the kitchen when she got home, and then popped it into the infrequently used oven. She readied herself, putting on a sleeky black dress that showed off just enough of her cleavage, putting on a thin layer of red lipstick. She poofed up her hair as the doorbell rang.

She walked confidently to the door, her heels clacking on the wooden floors. She was going to get that video back, she was sure of it.

"Come in...dinner is almost ready," She said, opening the door and letting in her co-worker.
 
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Thomas had a big grin on his face all day. He knew tonight was going to be amazing and he couldn't help but be excited. He was going to teach Robyn a lesson and oh how he was going to enjoy teaching it to her. He was actually quite productive the rest of the day, getting a bit of a head start for the weekend." he smirked when he saw Robyn race out. She was clearly worried...and she should be.

Thomas went home and relaxed before his big 'date.' He played a few games, watched Netflix and only changed an hour before the date. He then left and was there at almost exactly 8 o'clock. There was no reason to be late. He thought to himself with a chuckle.

Thomas strolled in, looking around. "You really do have a lovely house. Oh would you be a doll and take my coat." he said as he held out his arms, as if he expected her to take it off. "I have been looking forward to our date all day! Oh, so what did you make me?" He was loving messing with her like this. Acting like they were on a nice date and she was the nice kept woman. It had to have been eating her alive!
 
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"Fine....fine....just come in and give it to me," She said, as she hurriedly ushered him into her apartment, hoping that none of her neighbors saw her bringing a man into her home. She took his coat from him and hung it up haphazardly in her closet. What was he talked about, a date? Her skin crawled at the idea of being romantic with him....but for just a brief moment, for a brief fleeting glimpse, she viewed herself as being heavily pregnant, serving him dinner after keeping the home clean all day....and her nipples hardened. She bit her lip, hard, hoping to keep her mind sharp. This was not a night to be thrown off by anything.

"I wouldn't exactly call this a date....please go into the living room so we can discuss some of the terms that you surely have in mind," She said, as she wtn into the kitchen and poured them two glasses of wine. Maybe he would overdrink...she would be able to get his phone, erase the video....she took the ham out of the oven and placed it on her kitchen table, and then joined him in the living room, sitting in a chair across from him.

"Here you go. So, I trust you'll be agreeable here. What do I have to do to get you to give me that video?" She said, trying to be warm, to be inviting.
 
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"All business. I wanted us to stop and get to know each other, but first, a peace offering." he took his phone out and sat it on the table. "I was due for an upgrade and I went and got a new one. You can have this one. Of course I made copies but I feel like you having the originals is a nice way to start. Now, before we get to terms or anything like that, answer this question." He took a long sip of wine and sighed, he preferred white wine. "why those types of videos? Why pregnant women? I didn't know you liked women that way and it's surprising to me you'd have THAT fetish." he really didn't understand why she found that so hot. It seemed so strange to him.
 
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"Well this isn't really a social call, no matter how much you want it to be," She said, as she took a sip of her wine and looked suspiciously at the phone. She picked it up and looked at the video that had been playing and she shuddered....she couldn't believe she had been caught, and she deleted the video from the phone, though she was aware that he did have several copies already made. She would have to be careful.

She sighed. He had a rite to ask her that question...and was she really in any situation where she could lie to him?

"Fine, you want to know? I love the idea of being pregnant. It abhors me to think of my body getting so huge, so fat, so bulbous and gigantic....but it turns me on at the same time, to lose control, to show people that I have been bred," she said, subconsciously putting a hand on her stomach. "I love my body, but the idea of waddling into work, all eyes on me, people asking me to rub my stomach....it's disgusting, but it turns me on to no end. That's why I like that, it's not a fetish," She said, practically hissing.

"What do I have to do to get those copies?"
 
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Thomas laughed at that "well what you just described sure as hell sounds like a fetish." he then started laughing. After a few moments though he took another sip, setting down the glass. He thought about it and said "well, what if I were to help you with this? I mean, not getting you pregnant but helping you act out this fantasy of yours. That way you won't have to finger yourself at work to deal with and I will even help you keep your secret."

He watched Robyn for a moment and was more like a predator than a work friend offering to help. He raised his leg, letting it rest on the other one as he looked her up and down. "I mean, think of what could happen if you don't have someone to teach you how to handle this? Honestly, you are really lucky it's me that found out about this and not another woman. They'd have likely ruined your life by now."
 
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"Fine, whatever, it's semantics.....but it's not a fetish," she said, as she blushed again, looking at him. She raised an eyebrow....what was he proposing?

"What do you mean you could help me out with my fe....with what I desire?" She said, stopping herself just before she said the "F" word. "And what I do at work is nobodies business but my own," she said again, trying to maintain some type of control in the situation.

"What are you going to be able to teach me? And I have to take affront to your comment about if a woman had found me....you don't know if they would have ruined my career or my life, I would imagine that they would have been very supportive and appropriate, not resorting to blackmail like some people here."
 
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"Right, because so many women in the office like you. Honestly if you think the men dislike you, you should really hear what the other women say." he said with a smirk. Honestly he'd only heard them gossip once and it sounded more like jealousy to him, but there was no reason she needed to know that. He found it cute she was somehow thinking this wasn't a fetish but he decided to ignore that. "I will help you live out your breeding fantasy. Only...I won't actually breed you. But I'll take you and we can 'pretend' I am breeding you. That way you get your cake and eat it too."
 
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"I think I'm very well liked around the office....women look up to me, they know that I'm the best writer in the company and they know that i'm the most moral of all them..." She said, suddenly stopping as she realized how lame this all sounded. Was that true? Did they all hate her? She had always just assumed that they had looked up to her.

Her body shivered as he mentioned breeding her...what did he have planned?

"What are you...proposing?" She asked, inching forward a bit. Would he actually play into her fantasies without getting her pregnant? She certainly wasn't ready to have a child, so this would be the next best thing!

"What do you want to....do?"
 
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Thomas smiled, and leaned forward a little. "What I am proposing is, one night a week, I come over here, you fix me a nice meal, we talk about our day, be nice and friendly, and then I go upstairs and use you like breeder. I cum in you over and over again while you beg me to put a child in you. We give each other a nice little kiss and then I go home." He leaned forward, grabbing the glass and taking another sip. "Honestly, it seems like you need a good fucking to begin with. You are so damn tense all the time it might loosen you up."
 
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"I'm not a biology expert, but wouldn't you fucking me, you know, actually end up with me being pregnant? Isn't that elementary school stuff?" She said, sneering a bit. Despite her snarkiness, she felt her legs opening a bit...one time couldn't hurt with him, right? He was correct, she hadn't been fucked in a long time.

"I guess you do have one good useful thing about you," She said, smirking as she sat next to him, her hand on the inside of his leg. "I don't have any protection here, though, and I'm not on birth control."
 
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"I'm willing to risk it if you are, and it isn't like one time will hurt you. Besides...doesn't the idea of a little risk appeal to you anyway?" Thomas grinned, and moved his hand to her thigh, rubbing slowly up her leg. "I think it would be best if I take control from here on out. I mean...you are just a breeding slut after all." Thomas said, his eyes lighting up. He then calmly stood up "but you made us that nice dinner. It would be a shame if it went to waste. Why not share it, and then when are done, I carry you upstairs and make you my breeding bitch for the evening?" Thomas smiled as he said those words, knowing she'd be upset by them and deeply turned on.
 
"F....fine....I guess I can wait until after dinner," She said, flushed and blushing as she got up from her seat and went into the kitchen, trying to calm down. Was she really going to do this? It went against just about everything she stood for, both professionally and personally. But when she looked into the dining room and saw him sitting down at the table, she shuddered....damnit....she wanted to serve him dinner, she wanted to take a risk, to see where this would go. She cut several pieces of the ham and brought out two plates, heaped with sides, and set one of them down in front of him, making sure her cleavage was on display.

Besides, what were the odds that she would actually get pregnant?

"Here you go, I hope it's to your liking," She said, sitting across from him, and beginning to eat.
 
Thomas sniffed the meal, and made a loud 'ahhhh sound.' He turned to Robyn "It smells great love? You really outdid yourself." He took a bit and smiled "Mm you know you wouldn't be a bad homemaker if you wanted it. I mean, you barefoot in a cute little 1950's dress, cooking and cleaning like a good girl." He took another bite "it's a shame really. If I didn't blackmail you all of these fantasies would just go unfulfilled." He was eating slowly but he didn't put a lot on his plate. He was hungry for something else right now. Once he was done he stood up, and reached for Robyn's hand and gently helped her out of the chair. "Guide me to your bedroom, so I can breed that pussy of yours." He said, his eyes hungry with desire.
 
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