"Good hips don't you think?"

I lower the newspaper, steaming espresso inches away from my mouth. A hectic day ahead, my mind was on the upcoming board meeting and the political drama expected. I rub my chin, the salt and pepper in my short beard rubbing against my palm as I debate whether to look over. Curiosity finally winning out, I glance at the naked young woman on the iPad my wife is holding.

She's attractive. I note her education and athletic accomplishments with some satisfaction. The very private and discreet breeding and surrogacy screening service is finally bringing us good candidates now.

"Has she been trained already?", I ask, a hint of skepticism in my tone.

My wife nods and smiles, her head bent down, engrossed in reading the detailed work that the breeding training service has completed with this young woman over the last year.

The last few girls my wife had brought in for breeding had been painful to break in, and none of them were really ready for the rigors of breeding I expected. We had a sybian room, complete with ropes and harnesses specially set up now for training now, ready for the next candidate.

I lean back and sip my coffee, feeling the buzz hitting me. It was a year ago when I had turned fifty that I had started to reflect on my legacy. The lavish birthday party we threw at Isle De Caille, my private island in the Caribbean had been the turning point when I realized I needed to leave something of enduring value behind.

A real living legacy.

When I returned home, I began to draw up my plan. To ensure my genes would be carried on to the next generation by impregnating a handful of young and brilliant women. The billions I had made over my lifetime in ruthlessly building a corporate empire would be put to use to support them and their offspring.

My wife was supportive, and I wasn't surprised - she had always felt a burning desire to have children, and when the doctors ruled that out, it had devastated her. But she would be a wonderful supportive mentor to these women and grandmother to the offspring, and I wanted this to work.

My cock stirs as I imagine the regular fucking ahead of me. I nod, smiling at my wife.

"She looks good. Give her a call"

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I'm looking for a woman who loves a breeding kink, and would like to explore this together playing the breeding candidate!

I like constructing a detailed world (extreme wealth, every need taken care of) to play in, and I'd love to hear what you'd add to this too. The goal here is to focus most on the breeding and trying part, and less on the pregnancy itself, though I'm open to discussing that!

Chat/DM/Discord is fine, and would love a long term RP partner. Hit me up here. See you soon :)

Feel free to dive in with a response, or we can chat about any of the details too.

Kinks : breeding, dom/sub, realism, slow/steamy, rough sex, pregnancy, sybian/training (full list),

- Michael/39M