My Vasectomy Doctor Used Me for Her Breeding Kink

"Name and date of birth?", he asked, routinely.

"I'm Koz, January 5, 1986.", I said, bored, since I'd repeated that about five times since I'd come in.

"OK sir, I'm going to need you to undress from the waist down. You can leave your shirt and shoes on but just have your pants hang out below your knees. Then I need you to lie down on that medical chair and I'll lower it.", he said.

"That one? The one...with restraints on the side?", I asked, a little surprised to see a chair like that in a doctor's office. This wasn't a urologist office I'd found on FetLife after all.

"Yeah that one. We like to make sure our patients stay still during the procedure", he confirmed. "I'm helping the doctor today I'll show her in shortly. Lie down, take a deep breath."

I did as he instructed, internally grinning about what a weird sight I must be for a fly on the wall - limp-dicked-ly lying flat on a medical chair, shirt on, but bottomless with my pants and underwear hanging by my ankles, a bright LED light illuminating my shaved groin, waiting for the doctor to come in and slice around so she (I just found out) could sterilize me.

A few moments later as I lay staring at the ceiling, I heard the door open, the tech said "Oh, hi Doctor" and then a female voice with the familiar "Name and date of birth?". I was going through the motions of parroting my details as the Doctor came partially into view. Now, two things you don't know and she didn't know is that 1) I go weak in the knees for tattoo sleeves on women, and 2) I have no legs when I see a nice ass in scrubs. So, naturally, as I caught sight of her walking towards the equipment table with the hint of a tattoo sleeve going up her arm, strategically covered above the forearms by a long-sleeve t-shirt under the scrubs, and then walking away in those scrubs that accentuated her ass so well, I might have let out a weak sigh as I said "Koz, January, uh, 5, uh, 1986". She paused in way where she may have noticed what I did, which caused me to freeze a little bit, and then asked "OK, just making sure you know this is considered permanent, and you want to do this?". To break the tension, I just grinned and said "Haha yes I'm sure but it'd be a bit late to have second thoughts in this position, haha". No reaction. Perfect. Just Perfect.

She walked back to the equipment table and started to make casual conversation with the tech. She was usually at a different branch but was sent here today because they were short-handed. The trouble for me though was this whole time I found her scrub-accentuated ass facing my wayward face. That I had my dick hanging out in full view when it stirred as a result of looking at an attractive ass on someone with possibly a tattoo sleeve was equally mortifying. At the end of the conversation with the tech, she said, casually, "Hey, I'd like to counsel this patient a little bit more and make sure he's ready. Would you mind stepping out for about 15 minutes?". "Uh, hmm, OK", he said, with the palpable air of someone who was going to comply but was confused by the instruction. He quietly walked out and shut the door behind him.

She walked back towards me, and for the first time I saw her face, currently painted with an all-knowing smirk, but beautiful, which only helped my poor dick along on its misadventure - this time right in front of her eyes. "You might be one of my happier patients right before a vasectomy.", she said, her cold hand brushing the side of my hip. "She's seen it, she knows, damn it!", said my horrified mind. Her cold hands quickly moved to the restraints by the side of the medical chair. She ran her fingers through mine as she restrained my hands and said "You have big hands, do you use them to spank a nice ass sometimes?". For a second, I was completely taken aback. I opened my mouth and no words emerged. Partly, it was the shock of finding myself in this situation. But also...was I actually enjoying this? My body certainly was showing all the signs of it. Truth is, yes, I have big hands, and yes, spanking a hot ass and feeling it go warm in my hands is one of the things I enjoy the most. I usually play dom, but I have always harbored a secret switch that would sub for the right woman. She'd sussed me out without a word. I did relent to (perhaps the irresponsible) voice that asked me to see where it goes. "Uh, hmm, yes, I do have big hands and they are handy, haha", I muttered. "...they are handy, haha...", she repeated without expression and trailed off, as if my sentence was incomplete. "...they are handy, haha...doc..tor?", I said quizzically, to which she walked over behind my head, bent down until her nose was touching mine, and whispered, "Smart boy. Address me with respect, OK?". "Yes, doctor", I submitted.

"You don't have very long to please me", she said, as her lips rubbed against mine. She moved away for a few seconds, leaving me perplexed. The next time I saw her I was looking up at her navel, at her luscious tits, her taut nipples, and a tattoo sleeve going over her left side to her shoulder and down her left arm. What the full sleeve t-shirt was hiding before was plain for me to see and my body to react to now, with the slight problem that I was restrained and despite my best efforts could not fulfil my desire to run my tongue along that tattoo. She saw me struggling, taking great pleasure in my frustration, just standing there, smirking, looking at desire flowing down my body until she could see it my throbbing cock. My breathing was now labored, my heart pounding out of my chest. She slid her cold hand under my shirt and felt my skin react to her touch like a bolt of lightning had just struck. She lowered my backrest so that I was inclined towards the floor and brought her navel near my mouth, blood now rushing back to my head. Slowly she ran her body by my mouth so I could inhale her and get more and more desperate to get a taste of her. I let out a warm, quiet whisper, "please...", I said, and stopped, unsure of how I managed to let that escape my mouth. She seemed to want to hear that, because I soon found myself nuzzled under her breast, hungrily sucking below her hard nipple. She let out a satisfied moan and settled herself in. My cock began to drip in anticipation as she finally let me suck on her nipple. "Bite me", she demanded. I had no mind to not follow instructions at this point and gently bit her nipple, circling my tongue around it, feeling it harden even more. I tugged on it with my mouth and she made her pleasure known by splaying both hands over my chest and leaning into my mouth. She slowly began to pull away and before I knew it my eyes ran down her belly, the hairy tuft on her pussy, then her thighs and her ass. She was standing over me, a leg on each side of the headrest. A second colorful sleeve of tattoos ran up her right thigh. I was all too eager as she descended on my face. She rubbed her wet pussy across my chin, leaving traces of her arousal on my beard, and pressed down on my open mouth. She moved forward, letting my tongue run along the length of her pussy to her asshole. I bit her butt cheek, to which she let out a very uncharacteristic squeal of delight. Almost instantly, she regained character, unwilling to let me control the flow. She came down on my face with more of her weight and smothered me. "Eat.", she said, shortly. I could only let out an affirmative moan as I proceeded to comply. She ran her index finger up and down along my throbbing cock, dripping pre-cum that was slowly making its way over my inclined body to my navel.

"It's dangerous for you to have a vasectomy with your cock this hard", she said, after what felt like an eternity. "Yes, doctor", I finally managed as she stood up and leveled the medical chair, the blood rushing away from head making me dizzy. "It's also important we don't waste the last of your precious, fertile, cum", she added. My eyes slowly focused in the bright light as she raised her leg across me, flashing her pussy. As she straddled me, her body felt warm on my cold abdomen, wet from my own mess and now hers. She leaned forward until her lips touched mine and slowly guided my cock inside her. We both moaned as my cock entered her, convulsing from the pleasure and warmth. She put her palm on my mouth and said, "I'm going to make good use of your cum and I need you to be very quiet while I do my work". I nodded meekly, registering no objections. She rode me slowly at first, using the entire length of my cock to pleasure herself. Her skin was now breaking out in gooseflesh, her lips rubbing against mine as she rode me faster and faster, breathing her aroused, warm breath directly into my mouth. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock as she gripped the collar of my shirt and moaned her pleasure into my neck. I had no control of myself by now and felt my body shudder, pumping her with hot cum wave after wave. My mouth was dry and I could feel both our hearts pounding against each other as our spent bodies enjoyed the feeling of each other's skin, a million nerve endings communicating our pleasure to our brains. I lay spent and speechless as she got off me, steadied herself and wiped any remnants of herself on my cock.

I don't remember much of the next fifteen minutes. I believe she opened the door to let the tech back in. I zoomed in and out of their small talk as they talked about anime while she mechanically carried out a procedure she'd performed probably a hundred times before. "We're done", she said eventually, no note of emotion in her voice. As the tech wrapped up, she walked behind me and brushed her fingers past my ear, which instantly woke me out of my stupor. Almost smirking with her voice, she said, "Remember, no orgasm allowed for a week!". "Yes, doctor", I muttered, complying with her demand for respect as she walked away, making sure I saw the wet spot on her pants where my cum was now dripping back down her pussy.