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It was just past 4 P.M. when Claire pulled up to the office. She’d had to leave work an hour early and had essentially driven on autopilot while following the GPS, lost in thought. This visit wasn’t like any she had gone in for before. Her husband had scheduled it, that was the way things were now.
It had been almost 3 years since the newest set of laws had gone into effect. There had been fear mongering before about a loss of reproductive rights. First when abortion had been banned, then more and more as additional rights had been lost. She had heard snippets of information here and there, spoken in hushed tones by other women. There hadn’t been anything written about it, and no news source could be trusted anyway. Blogs and social media were heavily monitored and anything anti-government had been scrubbed from the internet a long time ago.
She stepped out of her car and locked it, making her way toward the fairly large, featureless building apart from 2 small tinted windows. The parking lot was nearly empty in the visitor lot. The landscaping was minimal but maintained to perfection, it was easy to tell this office was state run.
It had been hot, but she was still dressed somewhat modestly. She had a yellow sundress on that fell below her knee, and laced together at the point that would have shown cleavage. She had on wedges that were light tan with white leather straps.
Despite the modest outfit, you could tell she was gorgeous. Her nails were in french manicure, both finger and toes. She had feminine feet that were slender with a high arch. She took good care of herself, exercising regularly. Her thin ankles led to thicker, smooth calves. Her thighs were thick, but had clear separation of musculature. The outline of her wide hips and flat stomach were easy to see as the shear material of the sundress clung to her body that was just a little damp with sweat. She had dark hair and olive skin with blue eyes. Her lips were full and dark. She wore her hair long, but in a french braid down her back, nearly touching the place where her ass stuck out like a shelf.
Claire took a deep breath as she opened the door, her palms were sweating and she grew more anxious by the second. She could not stop worrying all day about having to come here, especially on such short notice. Thoughts and scenarios danced in her head throughout the day, but she couldn’t show any worry, at least not in public.
The interior of the building was as unremarkable as the outside had been. A waiting room reminiscent of a DMV, hard plastic, textured heather-blue chairs with grey metal legs. Her mouth was dry and she could hear her heart beat in her ears, and clicks of her shoes on the smooth concrete floor.
“Ma’am?!” The elderly female clerk barked from the desk.
“Yes, so sorry!”, Claire replied as she forced a smile.
“I said name, please” the woman behind the counter.
“Owens, Claire Owens”.
“Very good, the N.P. is expecting you, please have a seat”
Claire sat in the cold seat and waited, right leg crossed over the left with feminine posture, her long thin fingers folded in the same manner in her lap.
It had been barely a minute when Claire heard an electric mechanism start, as the heavy door with small chicken wire window opened a stern looking, but pretty woman, maybe 5 years older than Claire, came through the electronic door with a clipboard.
“Owens! Claire!” The nurse barked.
Claire stood and walked to the nurse.
“Follow please”.
The hallway leading to the room was brightly lit with fluorescents, and had the same institutional feel as the waiting room. She followed the nurse, whose name tag read “Gabriela”. Claire had always been fond of both men and women, and she couldn’t help but appreciate Gabriela’s looks. She was half a head shorter than Claire, who was fairly tall, even without her heels. Gabriela was dressed in scrubs, but Claire could tell that she had a nice round ass and shapely chest on her small frame. Her hair was dark and slicked back with gel against her head, held in a tight bun, similar to how women in the military wear theirs.
Gabriela brought Claire through a windowless door into the exam room. The room had an exam table, sink, cabinet and fridge. Three of walls were grey painted cinderblock, the 4th was the same, but with various diagrams of the stages of fetal development.
“De-robe please”, Gabriela said curtly.
Claire waited for a second for the nurse to exit the room or turn around for privacy, but she soon noticed she would not be given this decency. Claire began by unbuckling her heels and stepping out, placing them on the chair near the exam table. Her dress came off next. She stood in her lavender lace and cotton thong with matching bra, her hands and arms crossed in front of her chest trying to hold on to her dignity.
“All the way Mrs Owens”.
Claire stepped out of her panties and undid her bra. Her mound was soft and full. She had plump outer lips that looked istanbul travesti like they wanted to close neatly, but her inner lips spilled out between them, a deep bubblegum pink. She had a plump clit as well, covered by a neat hood. Above was her full, but maintained, dark bush. The cold room already had her nipples, that matched her inner lips in color, hard and sensitive.
Claire watched as Gabriela silently examined her body, at times asking her to face this or that way, lift and lower her arms, and so on. She documented on her clipboard at intervals.
Gabriela went through demographic information with Claire confirming her height, weight, age etc before getting to the final section.
“How long have you been married to Mr. Owens?”
“2 years”, Claire answered.
“Do you know why you’re here today?”
“I don’t, my husband scheduled this for me”.
“You understand the current laws in this country due to low national birth rates allow your husband to determine your healthcare. It is his decision if and when to start a family, within a given timeframe. If you are a natural born citizen of the country, and healthy, your first child is due within 3 years of marriage. You are nearing that deadline. I see he put you on injectable birth control shortly before your wedding day-“.
Claire instantly felt her hands sweat worse, she began to get lightheaded as well and sat down. Gabriela droned on in a matter of fact tone, but she couldn’t listen. She was extremely nervous.
“-you may have been feeling as if your periods have been heavier and your hormones have changed, this is to be expected. The last injection you received was just saline solution. Looking at your chart now you should be ovulating currently. Please lay down.”
Claire hesitated, trying to take in the information. “Will that be a problem Mrs. Owens?”, Gabriela asked. Claire could see the nurses hand move towards a wall mounted intercom near the door, her eyes never breaking contact with Claire’s.
Claire bit her the inside of her lip and sheepishly wagged her head side to side.
“Good, please lie back”.
Claire sat on the exam table and slid back, her skin damp with sweat clung to the paper and crumpled it some, she went to fix it and Gabriela stopped her.
“Lift your bottom up”.
Claire did as she was told, bridging up slightly and Gabriela tugged the paper taught. Claire settled back down.
“Have you noticed any changes?”
Claire replayed the last month. She thought about how easily turned on she had been. She felt her mind wandering throughout the day replaying sex from the night before. She loved her husband and was always attracted to him. He was taller than her and several years older. Fair skin and hair. He was fit and had a muscular build. This past month she had been more attracted to him than ever.
“I’ve had increased sex drive.” Claire responded, blushing.
This was an understatement. The last month she would find herself wet and rubbing her thighs together while daydreaming about being fucked. Something as small as standing against the washing machine while it was running was enough to get her clit swollen and begging to be touched.
She was excited to have a baby, she wanted to give her husband as many as he wanted but she was nervous. Childbirth had always scared her, especially with the new laws where she had to trust her husband to keep her safe and the her health a priority during the process. Women weren’t allowed to even be informed of the process of state sponsored reproduction, it was something men were required to keep to themselves. It was largely a fear of the unknown. She did however, feel a dull ache building up in her cunt thinking about her husband putting a baby in her.
Gabriela pulled the strirrups from underneath the exam table, the metal creaked and groaned as they were maneuvered into place.
Without a word the nurse put Claire’s feet up in the stirrups. The stirrups had leather pads which were comfortable, but also had leather straps and buckles that clanked as Claire put her feet in.
Thankfully, Gabriela did not fasten the straps, and she noticed Claire nervously looking at them.
“Don’t worry about those Mrs. Owens. Not every patient is as compliant as you are being, just lie back and follow my directions”, she said coldly.
Gabriela put the clipboard down on the counter and heart an elastic snap as the nurse produced a pair of long wrist-length black nitrile gloves from a dispenser under the table. Claire watched as the nurse pulled the tight black gloves over her freshly manicured short red nails.
Claire felt a tiny wave of electricity originate in her core and travel to her nipples and clit. This nurse was so sexy. She thought about the time that she had too much to drink as a teenager in her first year of college, and she and her friend had played with eachother at the end of the night as they cuddled in the bed of her parents lake house.
She istanbul travestileri shifted to make herself comfortable and felt cold on the bottom of her thigh. “Jesus”, she thought to herself, “this is so embarrassing, i’m fucking leaking on the table theres no way she won’t notice”.
Gabriela either didn’t notice, or didn’t care, it was hard to tell. Claire heard the snap of a bottle cap, followed by the sound of a viscous fluid being squeezed out into the nurses cupped hand. The nurse dragged the fronts and backs of her fingers through the gel and coated them to the knuckle.
It was ridiculous, but Claire swore could feel the heat of her pussy radiating on her thighs. She had to stop herself from bucking her hips upwards as she felt Gabriela’s cold, lubed glove touch her slit, running top to bottom. Without warning the nurse penetrated her with both her middle and index finger. Gabriela used them to spread Claire open. Claire shivered as her dripping pussy was now exposed to the air of the cold room.
The nurse produced a stainless steel speculum from a sterile package and inserted it into her. The metal was cold. The edges tapered so severely that despite them being smooth, they almost felt like they were going to split her as Gabriela squeezed the handle and widened them as far as they would go. The nurse maintained the same blunted affect throughout the process. Claire let out a gasp and adjusted in discomfort.
“Good girl, stay still, I don’t want to have to secure you”, Gabriela said. Her voice was smooth and deep, but feminine.
Claire did her best to stay still. Gabriela was now in front of Claire, all modesty gone. Claire’s cunt was soaking wet and swollen. Her pussy lips an even darker shade of pink now as they were engorged with blood from being so aroused.
The nurse produced a wand-like object with a glass bulb that was attached to the bed, and after lubricating in, she stuck it inside Claire. It wasn’t gentle by any means, it was deliberate and clinical. Although Claire’s lips were open, and she felt as if her cunt was already open, the bulb of the want was very thick and she felt her muscles strain as she took the bulb of the wand deeper into her, to the point where she felt sharp pressure on her cervix.
“Am I okay?” Claire squeaked out in a whisper, her mouth and throat dry from what she could only assume was every drop of moisture in her body going to self lubricate her stretched hole.
“Everything looks perfect, you appear very fertile” Gabriela said, as she looked on a monitor that displayed a very high definition image of Claire’s pussy walls.
The nurse walked away and produced from the fridge a large glass graduated syringe, with a push plunger that was stainless steel with large rings for a finger on either side.. It was clear enough for her to see it filled with a cloudy translucent white fluid, She saw the nurse lay them on a heated pad with a digital meter set to 98.6 degrees.
“What is that?” Claire asked.
“This is your husband’s. He’s been coming by daily for the last month and providing samples. We want the best chances of you conceiving and this is your most fertile day. You’re nearing your deadline, we can’t leave anything to chance.”
“I will be back in a second” Gabriela said over her shoulder as she left the room.
Claire was alone and open. She turned her gaze to the monitor where her pussy was on display. Rivulets of her juices dripping down the lense and the walls of her pulsing as the muscles strained to keep the massive globe inside of her.
The door burst open again without a knock, the nurse with her hand on the small of Mr. Owen’s back, ushering him inside.
Mr. Owens walked ahead of the nurse and stood in front of the monitor as Gabriela showed him the medical records and explained the appearance of the inside of his wife’s vaginal canal on the screen.
Claire knew she should feel humiliated, this was so demeaning to be treated like property, when the world that she grew up in was the “Old World”. She did feel a tinge of humiliation, but she was more focused on the bulge she saw in her husbands grey dress slacks, as well as the contrast Gabriela’s dark lipstick against her porcelain white teeth.
“This session will now begin, but there is a process. We like it to feel as natural and traditional as possible, while still maintaining the highest level of success. You will copulate until completion while Claire remains on the table. Her legs will be in an ideal way to receive your semen.
Mrs. Owens will need to climax as well, once she is full, so that she has highest likelihood of conception. Following that process, Mrs. Owens will need to be inseminated by the remaining samples you provided earlier in the week Mr. Owens. The encounter will be recorded throughout and i will be the person responsible for documenting everything was done correctly. It will be needed if you miss your birthing deadline. You may proceed”. travesti istanbul Gabriela removed the imaging wand from Claire and Claire felt a strand of her own cum fall across her thigh and the wand was returned to its place beside the exam table. The speculum was removed and placed in a disposal bin.
Claire’s husband looked down at her in a very serious and intent way, he opened his belt and she could see his fat cock already wanting to burst through. He was grabbing the head of it, which was clearly visible through the slacks. She noticed a dark spot from just underneath his tip where she imagined the precum pooling and then soaking through his boxers. Claire went to sit up straight so she could kiss her husband, and Gabriela got from behind the camera tripod in the corner of the room where she was seated in a flash. She grabbed Claire’s wrists and moved to the head of the exam table.
“You must remain seated Mrs Owens, you cannot obstruct the view in any way, it is a process for a reason. I know you are excited but I need you to lay back and let your husband do his job.”
Gabriela produced restraints from behind the exam table and wrapped them around Claire’s wrists, buckling them tight. Claire couldn’t see them but she imagined they were the same as the ones on the stirrups for her feet.
Claire didn’t care, she had never wanted anything more than to have her husband inside of her as soon as humanely possible.
“Proceed”
Mr Owen’s pulled his cock out, or rather pulled his pants from around his cock to reveal it. He was so hard that the maneuver would have been comical in any other situation.
Claire was flushed in the face, she could feel the blood rushing to her head and to her groin, which already felt like it was going to split open it was throbbing so deeply.
She felt the bottom of the head of her husbands cock press firmly against her already slick cunt, and felt him slide from her clit, down along her inner lips, spreading both of their cum into her already soaked and gaped hole. He put his hands on her knees and used them to pull himself into her. She was already so open from the speculum, the lens of the wand, and her excitement, but his thick cock almost always made her feel like she was going to split at the bottom when he first put it in. She thought she would cum right then, but composed herself. Mr Owen’s began pounding her slowly and first, methodically going faster and deeper as her muscles began to loosen to be able to fit him. Claire was sure she was about to cum and Gabriela seemed to sense in. She grabbed Claire’s braid and turned her head to the side. Claire could smell her floral perfume and the heat of her breath in her ear as she whispered, “Not yet sweetie, he needs to finish first” and felt her reach down and squeeze her nipple, hard. Claire bucked against the restraints in pain. Her feet coming off the stirrups She was horny, but the pain was exquisite and snapped her out of it for a moment
“Secure her legs Mr. Owens, dont exit her, but secure her legs, tightly”
Her husband went to speak, but looked to the camera. He couldn’t interrupt the process. He looked at Claire for a moment and reassured her. “Stay still baby, we have to do this correctly, let me know if it’s too tight”. He secured each ankle, while still inside her, she could feel him pulsing inside of her with how engorged he was.
“Resume”
Claire felt her husband pull almost all of the way out of her and come slamming back down, filling her up all the way to her cervix. She felt him pull himself into her, pressing against the very bottom of her pussy as deep as he could go. She felt a familiar twitch of his cock and he began to fill her up with his seed. She usually couldn’t feel it much, but she was so sensitive that she felt the warmth of it fill her up.
“You must orgasm Mrs. Owens, quickly”
Claire could not, he was already withdrawing from her and she was right on the edge.
“Mr Owens make her cum”
Gabriella moved to the food of the exam table and pressed the toe of her heels into the back of his knee. He went down onto the floor, his face in from of Claire’s open messy cunt. He felt Gabrielas small latex hand on the back of his head as she pushed his head into his wife’s mound.
Claire felt his tongue lick her from just above her asshole, up her perenium and across her gaped pussy. She arched her back and shoved herself into him as best as she could while being restrained. His mouth found her clit and she felt his tongue dart back and forth, the pressure increasing as the nurse pushed his head harder and harder.
She came almost instantly. It hit her like a train. Her pussy quivered against her husband’s mouth and her hips bucked involuntarily. She felt her canal spasm and tighten, her cervix bobbing up and down bringing her husband’s load along with it. She imagined it soaking into her cervix and came harder. She saw stars and thought she would black out.
Gabriela pulled her husband’s head away and put her gloved hand on Claire’s clit and pressed hard, keeping her orgasm going.
“Quick get the syringe”
Mr Owens moved with his pants open and cock still erect and grabbed the syringe. The tube that held his semen was roughly the size of a carrot, and was completely full.
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