Doctor Haurvatat Meets Noah & Randi Chapters 1-6

CHAPTER ONE: COFFEE TALK

A White couple in their mid 20’s are standing in the open doorway of the medical office of Doctor Ashur Haurvatat. The male is about 5’10’’ and 165 pounds. Nice looking young man, if you like smooth-faced, skinny, pretty men/boys. The woman certainly is cute enough. However, you would have to like redheads. She is about 5’7” and 130 pounds. Nice full perky tits on her and a booty that would serve as a nice welcoming fuck cushion.

As Ashur extends his hand for a handshake he says, “Hello, I am Doctor Asher Haurvatat. Please come on into my medical office. You both are most welcome here!”

The couple enters the office. The woman speaks before her husband has the chance. “Hello Doctor Haurvatat, I am Randi, and this is my husband Noah. We are happy that you agreed to meet with us today. I know that your office is normally closed on Saturday. I appreciate that you are willing to make the time to meet with us.”

While the doctor is greeting Noah, Randi body checks the doctor and notes that he is tall, about 6’3”, and with a muscular build. Doctor Haurvatat is a whole lot darker skinned than milk-white Noah and Randi. The doctor is a hunky Arabian man, or Arabian Stallion might be a better way to put it. From the bulge in his trousers, it looks like he might be packing a horse cock. Randi likes what she sees and is smiling from ear to ear. Randi suddenly breaks free of her thoughts and mentally returns to the meeting.

Noah notices that the doctor has quite a large hairy hand with a firm warm handshake. As Noah looks up at Ashur, he takes note of his full-grown manly beard. Noah looks the doctor right into his hazel eyes and says, “Thanks doctor, it's nice to meet you too.”

Doctor Haurvatat takes notice that Noah has a firmer handshake than he would have expected. As he is shaking Noah’s hand, the doctor gets a whiff of Noah’s cologne or fragrance. He thinks that Noah smells a little bit too clean for a man. He is rather floral-scented. The doctor’s impression is that Noah is likely regularly pussy whipped by his White bitch-wife. The doctor’s smile widens, but he suppresses his desire to laugh outright.

Looking around Noah says, “This is a nice office you have here Doctor Haurvatat.”

Ashur replies, “Thank you Noah, but this is merely the waiting room. Come, let’s sit in my office to have our chat about why you have contacted me. I’ve had some fresh-made sandwiches delivered since it getting close to lunchtime.” Both Noah and Randi thank the doctor and follow him.

They walk down the hall and into the large office. It is well-appointed, with thick dark wood furniture and framed medical certificates on the walls. The office has a strong masculine ambiance, and it speaks of confidence and wealth.

The doctor doesn’t sit behind his desk but chooses one of the several guest chairs located in front of his desk. He wants to avoid the appearance of a barricade that a desk might create. He also wants closer physical space with the couple. He wants to encourage them to feel comfortable with him and to open up about their lifestyle choice.

As Randi is looking around the office, she takes notice of the furniture. She thinks how appropriate the heavy dark wood is within his personal space. It seems like a physical metaphor for what likely hangs down between the doctor’s muscular legs.

As Ashur indicates where Randi should sit, he pulls his chair closer to her. Ashur especially likes White women. He likes their beauty and their loose infidel morals. Even the married ones are willing to slip out of their panties for him. The infidel women are self-indulgent. This behavior is tolerated by the White men who are not in charge of their homes. Of course, he noticed Randi checking out his physique, including his crotch. She must have a mental list she was checking off. He knows from her grin that he passed inspection and she likes what she sees.

Randi is seated in between the doctor and her husband. She shifts around nervously. Randi is thinking about how much more masculine this Arabian guy is compared to her husband. She thinks she can smell the testosterone or pheromones that this Arabian man is giving off. His scent is heady and sexy stuff indeed. A truly healthy specimen of a man. He embodies the very concept of ‘breeding stud’.

Ashur offers, “Water, soda, or coffee or tea? What would you two like to drink?”

Randi speaks first, “Both water and coffee, if it isn’t any trouble. Seems like I can smell the coffee. But a soda instead, if the coffee is a bother.”

“Randi, I have some wonderful Turkish coffee freshly brewed. And for you my new friend Noah?”

“I’ll have the same as my wife, thank you.”

Ashur feels that this is a confirmation that this White guy’s wife is in charge of the couple. He smiles as he gets the Turkish coffee. First coffee, then talk. And from there, who knows?

“We can start that light lunch whenever you are hungry. Just speak up.” Getting seated again, he states, “No need to be shy around here. Especially considering what we are going to be discussing.”

The room gets noticeably quiet. Randi and Noah are sipping the strong Turkish coffee and avoiding eye contact. Ashur just decides to get the ball rolling and asks several questions in a row to see where the conversation might get picked up.

“How did you two get to be interested in the benefits of interracial breeding? Why do you like to write fetish stories about it? Do you know any White couple who has either been bred Muslim or intends to be bred Muslim? Do you currently have a Muslim ‘Buck’ that you serve?”

Ashur pauses a beat and then continues, “Noah, you write about the need to bring back the social acceptance of human castration. Why is that of interest to you? How do you think it would benefit society more than a vasectomy? I would like to get this ‘shooting blanks’ conversation started as well.” He smiles widely showing off his picture-perfect teeth.

Noah replies first, “Wow, you just jump right into it, don’t you doctor?”

“Friends, are these not the topics on your mind as well?”

“Well, yes. Those topics are the only thing on my mind since we set-up the meeting several days ago,” says Noah.

Ashur then looks up from where his eyes were focused. He flashes a quick smile at Noah while looking into Noah’s eyes. Then he nods his head in agreement. He thinks he has coyly glanced down at Noah’s crotch. Ashur knows for certain that Noah is sexually aroused. There is a bit of a hard pole pushing up against the nylon fabric of his shorts.

He thinks that it is likely that both Noah and Randi are sexually aroused. Maybe about the topics, or maybe about Ashur himself. Ashur is everything physically that Noah is not. Better yet, maybe it is BOTH things, Ashur’s healthy Arabian body as well as the topics at hand, all rolled into one thing. Not unlike how a red & white candy cane seems to be two things intertwined, but it is one thing that is so very sweet.

Noah shifts in his chair as he notices the doctor looking at his boner pushing against the liner in his nylon gym shorts. Dang it, he thinks about how he should have worn jeans, but isn't it just so very hot out today? Noah knows the real reason why he didn’t wear jeans. He wants easy access to his cock. That is also why he chose to skip wearing his briefs. Since his wife was driving, his hands were free and he enjoyed groping himself during the commute here.

Noah is reflecting, at least this doctor guy doesn’t disappoint in the appearance department. Ashur is handsome, but not pretty. A manly man’s appearance. He would make good breeding stock to mate with his horny fertile wife. He thinks about how he would love to watch those two fucking away in his master bedroom. Pounding away on his marital bed. Noah’s cock twitches and hardens, as much as it can, stuffed inside of his shorts.

Doctor Ashur Haurvatat is taking all of this in. Smart and intuitive, he knows how to read people. He also knows that Noah's wife, Randi, is becoming increasingly more sexually turned. He can tell by how she keeps wiggling her fanny around on the seat of that chair, creating friction against her pink pussy lips. They have all just met, and yet she is practically dry-humping the chair seat. And she is freely giving away that ‘come fuck me’ smile to the doctor. And making prolonged eye contact with him. Asher thinks that apparently, Randi feels she has found an Arabian sperm donor.

Ashur looks at Randi’s full perky tits straining against her white cotton top. He knows she is braless by the way her breasts jiggle when she moves. He can see the outline of her nipples. Judging by how white this infidel’s skin is, her nipples have to be pink. Just the way he likes them!

Maybe a blow job wouldn’t be out of the question today. Ashur is overdue to have his cock sucked and his balls emptied until they are dry. Ashur hasn’t had time for partnered sex for the past several weeks. He is a workaholic with his career and also as a committed bodybuilder. Ashur thinks about how much he needs to get his cock sucked while a woman plays with his weighty and fully loaded hairy ball sack. He needs to shoot a few reams of Arab semen to be relieved of the pressure of unleashed sperm from within his two large weighty balls.

He notices that Randi has worn bright red lipstick on her full lips. To Ashur, that is like a neon entrance sign signaling the ‘all-clear’ to enter for cock sucking.

Noah slides down his nylon running shorts. The liner’s elastic holds onto his legs and comes down last. His boner pops up. His dick sticks straight out from his pubic bone, giving away that he is sexually excited. Noah looks down at his white cock and is proud to see that it is rock hard and fully extended to five inches! He absent-mindedly swipes his open palm down the (short) length of it. He also gives a little tug downwards on the middle of his high and tight ball sack.

Doctor Ashur is standing there watching Noah undress. Noah still has his tee shirt on when he pushes down his shorts. No underwear, probably due to the liner. When Noah bends over to take the shorts off his feet, Doctor Ashur gets a great view of those pale butt checks. Nice tight little butt about the size of two small cantaloupes pushed together. Under this, Ashur gets a little view of the young man’s scrotum. He sees that Noah’s nuts are high and tight.

Also, Ashur takes note that even though this is a grown man, there is very little hair on Noah’s body. Looks like there isn’t even very much hair on his balls, nor in the ass crack. Body hair is a big difference between the two males. Ashur feels proud that he has a fully-grown man’s body with lots of ‘man hair’ covering his dark skin. He feels his abundant cock harden inside of his pants with pride at his virility. The foreskin slips back, letting the swelling dark brown glans protrude. His glans is super sensitive, so he reaches down to adjust the leg of his trousers.

Ashur says, “Here let me help you with that son”, as he assists Noah in pulling off his tight pastel tee shirt. He is impatient to see the boy’s naked milk-white skin.

“Thanks, doctor.”

Noah is now completely bare-ass naked, and he turns around to face the doctor. His erection is still at full mast. Ashur takes notice of it and keeps himself in check not to smirk. He mentally notes that Randi was correct about her husband, he does have a small five-inch penis. Although, it is sweet looking, what with the perpetually exposed pink glans and wide pink circumcision scar circling his cock.

“You know Noah, that for me to perform a physical exam, you will need to be okay with me touching you…you know…, everywhere. Hopefully, there are no objections?”

“None. No objections. I know what a physical exam is,” says Noah with nervous laughter.

Doctor Ashur steps forward and using both hands he feels out the glands in Noah’s throat. Noah notes how much warmer Ashur’s body temperature is than his own. The warmth feels nice and reassuring. He feels that he can trust Doctor Haurvatat.

Moving his hands slowly down Noah’s body, he notices that Noah feels tight and smooth. He has beautiful white skin. No tattoos, no scars, and almost no body hair. What little body hair he has, is light red.

“Do you wax, Noah?”

“Nope doc, I am just a hairless kind of guy, for the most part. There is hair way down there as you can see,” pointing to his pubic area. Then lifting his hands in line with his head, Noah states, “And under my arms too.” Ashur could slightly smell the sweet fragrance of the pheromones clinging to the sparse growth of underarm hair. It was nice. His cuckold would be told to skip the scented floral soap and cheap cologne.

“How often do you shave your face?”

“My chin and mustache area, I shave every day. My cheeks, every couple of days.”

Ashur thinks about how Noah is so different from himself. Due to his Arabian heritage, as a teenager, he shaved his face every day by the end of his sophomore year in high school. And he had chest hair growth around his brown nipples and between his chest muscles by the time of his senior year in high school. A nice thick treasure trail ran from his navel to his bush of pubic hair. Now as a man in his thirties, his torso is covered in hair, all over his brown skin. As he was told by his father, this is what a grown man looks like. His *** was a hairy dude as well.

Ashur reaches around the infidel’s hard-on to Noah's scrotum. On both sides, he gently rolls a testicle between his thumb and forefinger. They are nothing remarkable. Typical medium size. They feel firm and free from lumps. Good healthy testes thinks the doctor. Fuck it man, each probably producing a million sperm. Unfortunately, sperm with the genetic code to reproduce more guys like their bearer. Ashur thinks of how this is a problem that needs a practical solution.

“Noah, everything feels fine. Which is good. But I would need a urine and blood test to make that determination. Would we need to test for STDs?”

“Well, yes and no. So, I would guess yes then. I am not very sexually active outside of the marriage. Of course, as you might guess, I have performed oral sex on a few of my wife Randi’s partners. They get their big dark cocks as hard as possible before they insert themselves into, you know, my wife’s soft place. Doctor Haurvatat nods in the affirmative while Noah continues. “And I have swallowed a few times of their ‘you know what’. Normally the studs shoot the cum deep into my wife’s hot soft pussy tunnel. And okay, yes, I will sometimes be on clean-up patrol and lick up that sticky mess from Randi’s pussy.”

“Have you ever, ever, ever let them shoot or rub their jiz onto your anus or into your colon?”

Noah begins, “Well, doctor,…you know,…what had happened was…”

Randi interrupts her husband with a direction, “Don’t tell the doctor a story.”

Noah states, “Well um. Well yes.”

The doctor nods his understanding and shows no judgment of the White beta boy. Only acceptance of him.

Ashur questions Noah, “What kind of guys do you like to see on top of your wife? Only men of Arabian descent? Or? Are there others? Has Randi ever been studded by a non-Arab man for example? A Black Bull?”

Even though the question was asked of Noah, it is Randi that speaks up, “I like dark-skinned men. Not sure why, but I do. They are exotic. They don’t have to be of only one race. I do appreciate a dark man. I like men who have a thick cock. I like those guys that can pin me down with their body weight and keep me there. Keep me flat on my back even if I attempt to push them off. Strong men.”

“Okay, Randi. Thanks for your honesty. It makes sense to me. I am not small-minded. I guess you could say that I am ‘woke’ to the other cultures in our society. I prefer dominance and submission as well.”

Continuing, Ashur states, “My turn to be honest. I like the physical pleasure of skin-to-skin contact. Can be a pansexual scene. But I am an alpha male and only take an active role. And I desire skin that I am supposed to keep my distance from touching, that being the Whites. Men like me are supposed to stay on our side of the room and keep our dark cocks out of the White pussy hole. That restriction makes me desire them even more and for some reason. White males are considered to be even more taboo. I like to be in control of them, during sexual role play.”

“Thanks for your honesty Doctor Ashur,” comments Randi. Noah nods his head that he understands.

While continuing with the exam and holding Noah’s ball sack, the doctor asks, “Noah, how did your interest in becoming a cuckold get started? And what is your deal with castration? Did you always have those interests? Are you TRANS for example? Do you think your balls are a birth defect? What is it?”

Noah now starts to get sweaty under his arms and his voice sounds stressed as he begins, “Well doctor, I know this will sound odd. When I was about thirteen years old, I saw a photograph of a naked grown man. Very hairy as nothing was trimmed. He seemed to be quite tan. Yes, he had a nice dick, but what my eyes lingered on, was his balls. He had a low-hanging ball sack. His balls hung at different levels. Big balls, both hung low, however the left ball hung just below the other one. He was erect, so it allowed an awesome view of his balls.”

Continuing, Noah confesses, “I beat off while looking at his balls. It seemed so different from my balls. I was told in PE class by the other boys that I had ‘dog nuts’. Laughed at really. I have longed for a ball sack like that guy in the photo. You know, I think about it a lot even now. Those balls were the testicles of a real man.”

Doctor Ashur states frankly, “You have imprinted upon that stud’s ball sack and that is what makes up masculinity in your mind. You feel that your balls are inferior. You were told you have dog nuts, so the nuts of a common dog. Is that not correct?”

Noah’s head and gaze drop down as he nods yes.

It is clear to the doctor that Noah still feels the shame of his high and tight balls. Ashur feels compassion for the young man who was teased throughout his high school years about his balls. Balls that Noah doesn’t even plan on using to father children.

Ashur begins to think this through, “Noah, do you know what kind of doctor I am?’

“Maybe. That is, I think we do Doctor Ashur.” Noah glances over to Randi for agreement.

CHAPTER FOUR: TRADE OUT

“Well, let’s clarify. I am a Urologist, and I specialize in Oncology. I sometimes have to perform an Orchiectomy surgery.” Both Noah's and Randi’s faces have a blank expression.

Reaching over and grasping Noah’s ball sack, the doctor rephrases his statement. “Noah, I help young men that have cancer in their balls. I sometimes have to surgically remove at least one of those balls.”

Noah’s head jerks up, he is interested in hearing more from Doctor Ashur. “I am sorry to hear that. I mean, for the men that have to come to see you,” says Noah.

The doctor nods his head in agreement and says, “Thank you, so am I, sorry that they have to go through that.”

Ashur continues talking, “Here is the part that might interest you. I always offer to insert a prosthetic testicle. I have them in different sizes, shapes, and importantly for you, different weights. A heavier prosthetic should stretch your scrotum down to give it more ‘bounce’. Does that sound like something might be interested in checking out? Might even desire enough to do?”

Noah is very quiet. He stands there leaning against the examination table. His ball sack is in the doctor’s hand. Looking at the doctor from eye to eye. Then he smiles, and then widely grins. “That is something that I didn’t even know could happen.” His heart rate picks up and endorphins begin getting released into his bloodstream.

“Well, my new friends Noah and Randi, it is something that could happen. But it is an exchange. The birth testicle gets removed. Permanently removed. No going back. And the weightier prosthetic is inserted. It will look natural and also feel natural when squeezed, but there will be no pain. It also doesn’t generate any testosterone or sperm, it is a fake testicle.”

Noah seems to think this is great news. He is a bit beside himself. A ball sack that isn’t made fun of by the other guys. They used to call out, “THROW THE BALL DOG NUTS BOY!” How he hated that nickname. Some of the guys even wrote that nickname when they signed his high school yearbook. Dirty fuckers! “Okay doctor, it is fake, but wow oh wow.”

“Okay Noah, just let me bring in my sample box, you know, to show you. You can touch them and everything. Let me go and get it now.”

After he walks out of the examination room into the hallway, Doctor Ashur reaches into his trousers and gives his big penis snake that is growing in there a good choke squeeze. His cock responds by getting harder. “Hot damn!” he mutters to himself.

Ashur finally returns to the room with the box of prosthetic testes and enters without knocking first. As he enters the room, he notices Randi quickly standing up from a kneeling position in front of Noah. She quickly sits back down in the chair. The doctor stands there looking agape at her. She wipes her mouth on the back of her hand. Her other hand is at her crotch. Noah looks pretty excited. He is stroking his erect cock.

“Doctor, I can give you that semen sample now, the one you mentioned wanting for testing. But we need to hurry. Where do you want it?”

Recovering from his surprised state, Ashur rushes over to the cupboard to grab a small clear plastic container and then hands it over to Noah. And apparently he did so, just about in the nick of time.

Noah is his own ‘helping hand’ at this point, with no oral assistance from his wife. He uses his thumb and fingers to give a couple of tight hard strokes to his hard boy cock, and he ejaculates his baby batter into the container. Noah hands it over to Ashur, who takes note that it consists of thin and runny semen. Nowhere near the volume nor density that Ashur himself shoots. But a freshly churned shot of White boy semen it is. At least there is enough to send half to testing, and examine the other half under the microscope.

The doctor states, “Guys we will send some of it to the lab for DNA results, but some of it we can look at under the microscope right now. We can view the glass slide on the large computer screen.” Ashur places about half of the semen on a four-inch clear glass slide and places it under the microscope.

The computer screen shows thousands of little sperms, raptly swimming the length of the slide, from one side and then back again and then repeating. Ashur blanches at the sight and thinks, oh the hell, and fuck no! Even this pussy whipped White boy is just chock full of sperm to reproduce more of his kind.

Ashur continues to think, this is UN-fucking-believable! Something seriously does need to be done about guys like him. Before I got a look at this sample, the whole thing was more like fetish talk. But now it is a known hazard. Between Noah’s white legs is a testicular ‘factory’ producing a breeding batter biohazard. A biohazard that needs to have the factory shut down. Like many White males, a factory needs to be permanently closed for business.

Noah speaks up, “Holly Shit doctor! Look at all of those sperm guys that came shooting out of my balls! I can’t believe it! Look how fast they swim back and forth. If Randi wasn’t on the pill, I would knock her up for sure!” He finishes by laughing. Randi visibly winces and cringes.

Ashur suddenly turns away from the slide and computer screen and looks at Noah. “So! Not to change the subject but are you ready to check out the prosthetic balls?” the doctor sounds distressed.

“Let’s do it!”

Noah feels out every one of the more than two dozen samples of the balls. All different sizes and weights. They all feel so real. Like holding a man’s testicle in the palm of your hand and giving it a small squeeze. Close your eyes and you would think it was flesh. “Hey wife, you should feel these balls out! They are cool!” Randi shakes her head no.

After about fifteen minutes, Ashur asks, “Noah, you keep going back to that one in particular. What do you think of it?”

Noah states. “It is much larger and heavier than my balls. Would it look strange hanging on me? How would it look next to the other ball? Too out of proportion?”

“Hold it down there next to your natural balls and let’s take a good look at it.” Ashur adjusts the floor lamp to provide better lighting. “Well, it is larger than the other balls. That weight could cause it to hang way down. Your natural ball is up tight against your body. The two together don’t look natural at all. Maybe a different prosthetic one with less weight?”

Noah likes the fake one he has in the palm of his hand. However, he knows the doctor is correct about what he is saying about the esthetics. Noah hasn’t tipped off the doctor, but he has already picked out what could be the replacement for his second ball. It is slightly smaller than the first prosthetic and just enough lighter weight.

“Doctor Ashur, for this to look right, I would need to have a real second ball more like this one, wouldn’t I?”

Ashur checks it out and agrees that Randy has made a good choice. “But you don’t have one like that Randy, so we need to get a lighter weight for the heavy ball. Look at these that are a couple of grades smaller and lighter. See what I mean? Look at this one, it might make more sense.”

Noah realizes that the doctor hasn’t picked up on his meaning. “So, well, maybe…, I should trade out BOTH of my balls.”

Ashur is taken aback at first, then smiles. “I don’t want to encourage you to remove both of your testes. They are both healthy.” Deliberately waiting for a beat to seem in thought, and then continuing, “But I also don’t want you to be disappointed in the visual results either.” Actually, Ashur would love to remove both balls, now that he has seen the slide that is full of Noah’s active sperm.

“Neither do I want to be disappointed in the results. If I am going to do this, I want them to look just how I fantasized them to be. How it looked in the naked man photo. How they were just so, I guess, lopsided. One hung down there so much lower than the other one. It was really hot to look at.”

Ashur is thinking about how easy this conversation is going, all things considered. There is no resistance. It would be amazing to do an actual complete castration on this White boy. Not a medical need for castration. Not a partial castration for the benefit of the patient. But a total castration for the benefit of society. Total castration for the benefit of racial relations. Total castration for the benefit of men of color. A benefit for ARABIAN MEN like himself. If expanded to the general population, it will be a benefit for the offspring of White women as well. White women whose pregnancy would have to be conceived from the semen of another Race.

Doctor Ashur realizes he is getting ahead of things here. This is only one guy. But still, imagine it, what if this could become a usual part of his business? What if, indeed! Normalizing the impossible. Maybe he just needs to offer, to be out there, and make his presence known. Help is available. Once a need is established, other doctors in other cities would surely follow suit. Build it and they will come, as the saying goes.

With these thoughts, Ashur’s dick is now so hard it is pulling at the seams in the crotch of his business trousers. Randi is staring at it. Her pussy is so wet it is like a ‘slip and slide’.

Randi offers practical advice, “Hey Doctor Ashur, you have to be so uncomfortable. Those slacks you are wearing don’t give you much slack. Do you know what I am saying? Please feel free to drop and lose those fucking dress trousers, for mercy’s sake. We’re all adults here, no worries.”

Ashur considers, maybe I will get that blow job now. Ashur unfastens and slides down his tight slacks. Then he wiggles out of his form-fitting black silk boxers shorts, setting the trouser snake free. He steps out of both of them and kicks them aside. His thick veiny cock is at full mast. Rock hard with a full nine inches curving upwards. It looks so wonderful with its dark skin and untrimmed adult bush of black hair. There is even some thick black hair growing out of the lower base of the penis and lots of hair on his scrotum. His foreskin has retracted. His piss slit is slightly parted and some pre-cum is already at the launch hatch. The Arabian is the very essence of virile masculinity.

Then he unbuttons his shirt, nice and slow, and then slips out of it and lets it drop behind him. Fully exposing his muscular hairy torso, he repeatedly flexes and pops both his well-developed pecs alternating back and forth between the two of them. Putting on a show of it. You know the reason why; just because he can.

Ashur looks like a wild beast that is ready to rut.

Randi and Noah are shamelessly wide-eyed staring at Doctor Ashur’s erotic hairy and brown Arabian body. If the top of their heads were a kettle of water sitting on the fire, they would whistle with steam.

And then low and slow, Ashur asks the most cliche question in the world at a time like this. “Do you see something you like?”

CHAPTER FIVE: CRACKER JACK

Randi attempts to laugh while she has Ashur’s stallion size horse cock inserted into her mouth. She wants to laugh out loud about the doctor’s even tone remark about seeing something she might like. The doctor could have batted his eyelashes while he made that statement, “Do you see something you like?” Randi appreciates how Ashur has a sense of humor. Besides being a doctor, this guy is a comedian. Her laugh comes out muffled, more as a snort than a laugh.

“What was that Randi? Are you trying to say something?” Ashur asks while looking down at the top of her head.

Randi is unable to disengage herself from the hairy stud’s generous-sized dark cock because Ashur is holding her head firmly into his crotch. Instead of speaking, she just moves her head back and forth in the negative. Ashur likes the movement on his cock and gets harder, his girth filling what little capacity was left in Randi’s mouth.

Ashur cautions Randi, “Watch those fucking teeth baby girl.” Randi opens her mouth wider to help avoid her teeth and Ashur’s cock slips in further. That comment is a classic move that most alpha men know about. It gets the cock sucker to open wider. Ashur then steps in closer to Randi’s face while still holding her by the back of the neck to keep her in place. Thereby sealing any chance of her escape from his Arabian horse-sized cock.

“There is a substantial penalty for the early withdrawal of your hot mouth, my pretty,” Ashur laughs out loud at his banking joke. “Besides, I want to leave quite a large deposit at the ‘Bank of Uvula’ while I am in there.” His deep sinister sounding laughter reverberates throughout the room. It sounds evil, and yet, it is sexy as hell.

Noah’s cock is rock hard again. Ashur gave him a shot to help him get another erection. He is sitting in the chair stroking away. He likes seeing his wife having sex with other men. With alpha men. Real dominant men. Muscle men. Hot, hairy, and most of all heartless men. Men like Doctor Ashur Haurvatat. Men who are the opposite of his pale skin weak beta self.

Ashur needs his cock to be sucked off so desperately that he is extra excited about what is happening with his new friends. His heart rate noticeably increases. That adrenalin makes his penis erection harder. His brown glans head is super swollen. The foreskin is fully retracted. His pre-cum has already slithered the way through his long urethral tube and is dripping out of his piss slit.

The doctor wants this to last for as long as he can hold off. He squeezes hard on the base of his cock that is stemming from his abundant dark pubic hair. His hips begin to pump back and forth. He now has one hand on the White girl’s soft breast and the other hand on the back of her head. He has his fingers entwined in Randi’s wavy red hair. He glances over at her husband and smiles at him. Noah does an affirmative head nod and smiles back at the doctor.

Randi is on her knees, the back of her thighs resting near her calf muscles. She can’t control the thrusting into her mouth. She very nearly gags every few thrusts inward. She is really glad that they didn’t eat the sandwiches, as she might throw up from triggering the gag reflex. She is trying to lick and suck, but her mouth is being used like a pocket pussy. She is not the one in control.

The doctor has a bottle of virgin olive oil in his office. He uses it on his salad. Today, he used the olive oil to lube up his Arabian stallion horse cock. While mentioning that olive oil is okay to consume, he told her that “she will need his big old ‘zabre’ to be ‘greased up’ to slide it ‘down the hatch’.” Fortunately, she is hydrated and able to produce a lot of salvia. The dripping of his pre-cum is helpful mixed with her salvia, but the olive oil is her lifesaver.

Randi is breathing heavily through her nostrils. This is Randi’s kind of fun! She enjoys being used as an object by alpha males. Randi loves it. She self-identifies as a subservient masochist, especially for dark-skinned men. The fact that the doctor is also a very hairy man is a huge turn on her. Her husband likes to see her with those kind of guys as well. She can hear Noah whacking and moaning.

Noah has moved in closer to Randi where she is on the floor. He has kneeled beside her. Noah’s erect circumcised white and pink penis is standing at attention showing off his full five inches. The erection gives him away as truly enjoying their afternoon ‘getting acquainted’ with the doctor. The ‘peter-meter’ doesn’t lie. He keeps stroking his cock and squeezing his dog's nuts. He likes the look of Ashur’s hairy muscle glutes. How they tighten when thrusts. FUCK YA!

Ashur places the bottom of his foot on the underside of Noah’s hard cock and pushes it into Noah’s pubic hair. He lightly holds it there at first, and then slowly begins to apply some pressure while he moves his foot back and forth. “You sure do like this abuse, don’t you boy?” Ashur now has his fingers entangled in Noah’s hair and is massaging his scalp while he speaks. “Or maybe it isn’t so much about abuse. Maybe for you, this makes sense. This is a normal sexual activity for you. You understand and accept your beta role in life.” Noah does not attempt to refute the statements.

Ashur is thoroughly enjoying his blow job. He changes speed and gently thrusts his hips forward and back into the White female’s face. Randi groans. Or is it a moan?

Randi couldn’t get a comment out, even on a dare. She is stuck in this scenario until the doctor physically either moves his hands away or takes a few steps backward. She looks up and tries to see Ashur’s face while the alpha male is talking to Noah. But she only sees dense black body hair everywhere she looks. About every few thrusts or so, Randi can see Ashur’s beard. But never his eyes.

She attempts to communicate by pushing hard on Ashur’s upper legs to get him to take a step back. In response, he grabs both of Randi’s wrists and brings her hands upward. He uses one of his hands to control both of Randi’s hands by tightly holding the White girl’s thumbs together. It hurts, and Randi tries to pull free, but she can’t. The Arabian has strong fingers, and he is intent on controlling Randi. One hairy hand is back to holding her head stable. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Suddenly, there is a noticeable increase of Arabian pre-cum and the taste is all through Randi’s olive oil slick mouth.

Speaking very slowly, in a very low voice, the Arabian monologues “Good girl. Gooood girl. Gooood cock sucking White girl. You are doing fine. Doing fine. I like it. Makes me feel like a man. Standing. With my hard cock inserted into an open infidel’s mouth. An open White female mouth. Yes. Yes. Fuck yes. I like it. Yes, this feels so good to me. I deserve this. I do deserve this. Fucking your mouth. When I do shoot it, I will come down your throat. I will give you an advanced warning. You will need to heed it. I will tell you when you need to hold your breath. Don’t worry. I don’t want you to choke to death. I like you, Randi.”

Ashur continues his monologue. He is broadly smiling while he talks, “You will love eating my cum. It is so thick that it is similar to a solid, more than a fluid. I have been told many times that my semen is super sweet. Thick and sweet. Maybe it is like buttercream frosting. Arabian spermatozoa frosting. Have you ever had a mouth full of fine genuine Arabian cum before, Randi? Guaranteed to be something you will write about later in your sex fantasies. That is if you live through the swallowing of all of it.” The Arabian stud freely releases his loud, deep evil laugh.

Noah feels concerned for his wife. The evil laugh is a bit unnerving. But he does nothing, except continue to beat off.

Randi wants to stop now. This isn’t really what she wanted. Her clit is softening, losing its stiffness. She prefers to have a verbal power exchange back and forth. Not quite so much sucking. Maybe she isn’t the masochist she thought she is. This is hurting too much. Her jaw hurts and her neck hurts and so do her knees. She is completely overpowered by this man. She hurts and there is no safe word nor signal.

Right now, her mouth and throat are merely a cum hole for this dark-skinned hairy beast. Fuck him. She tries to pull back but cannot. Ashur seems like more of a sexually aroused Minotaur than a man. Randi in a flash visualizes a Minotaur standing before her doing the thrusting. Big and hairy beast with horns coming out of each side of his head and a ring through the center of his nostrils. Doctor Ashur Minotaur stood before her, thrusting the El Minotaur Dick of Death into her mouth and sliding up it and down the length of her skinny throat. Randi’s clit returns to rock hard because that visual helps. It seems more like playtime again. Randi is back in the game now that she is aroused. The pain subsides. The pleasure increases.

To keep from ejaculating his spermatozoa cream frosting too soon, Ashur abruptly pulls out of Randi’s mouth and releases her thumbs. “Catch your breath there Randi. You are a little bit red in the face. You are a 'CrackerJack' cock sucker; do you know that?” He smiles at her.

He turns to face Noah. He starts slapping his hard dark cock on Noah’s light-skinned face. He stops and holds it against the face of the White boy who is on his knees. Look at the huge difference in skin color. So erotic! Variety is the spice of life! He again begins slapping his hard cock on the face of this infidel boy. Ashur is a true believer that Arabian men are superior to all other males. Standing here and getting his cock sucked by a White male only serves to strengthen that arrogance.

With Ashur’s breeding stick now out of the mouth of Noah’s wife, Randi is gasping for air. Randi massages her jaw muscles while watching the interaction between the alpha and beta males. She reaches down and touches her clit. That feels so very good. She inserts a couple of fingers into her overheated wet pussy. This is nice, really nice. So slick. She moves her hands up and cups her White firm tits. She pinches her nipples, so gently. She feels so feminine.

Noah looks up in between the heavy cock slaps. He looks at the alpha male who has hazel-brown eyes. He sees animal lust in those eyes. He knows that Ashur is a man that needs this cock sucking like a racehorse needs to run and tear up the racetrack. Only, it is his wife’s mouth that is at the racetrack and is getting torn up. Noah likes that. Noah thinks it serves her right for her superior attitude towards him, towards her worthless beta-boy husband.

Ashur changes speed and lightly drags the piss hole of his dark glans down the side of Noah’s white face. It leaves a snail trail of pre-cum. It makes Ashur smile ever so broadly. He returns to the wacky and slappy of his cock on the cocksucker’s smooth and 'pretty-as-a-girl’s' face. He looks directly into Noah’s blue eyes. Noah opens his mouth and in slides the dick of death. Ashur says, “You sure are cute for a guy. I think you are HOT! Such a DOUBLE hottie!” He knows the queer cocksuckers like to hear that kind of bull shit. Ashur just wants to keep him engaged. A mouth is a mouth.

Since the doctor is now busy with her husband, Randi has requested a time out from the sex play; “to stand up for a few minutes” she tells him. She tries to stand up.

Ashur shakes his head back and forth and pushes her back down. “NO! THAT IS NOT WHAT I WANT!”

Ashur turns to face Randi. He pushes her back down and holds her in place with one hand. "Open wide again please and say ‘AH’. I am having too much fun to quit face fucking you, infidel girlie. I need, really do need, this blow job. And I want to share my cum with the wife of my new friend over here. Will that be okay with you Noah?”

Noah nods his head yes, and states, “Yes Sir!”

The pocket pussy of a mouth opens. Just as quick as a jackrabbit on the run from the fox, in goes the dark and veiny Dick of Death. Only this time, the Minotaur doesn’t thrust. He allows the mouth and throat to relax to accommodate the engorged intruder. Randi can feel the ridges of the engorged veins of the Minotaur’s dark hard penis pressing against the roof of her mouth.

Then Ashur steps back until it is just his glans that is inserted. Randi starts to rub her tongue all around the head of the oral intruder. She feels the retracted foreskin with her tongue. She then leans her head back and licks at the pre-cum leaking from the piss slit. That gets a reaction. The usual foreskin-covered glans is highly sensitive when aroused. Ashur's moans are soft and low. Randi repeats the action. Ashur wiggles his hips while he thinks about how this feels so fucking nice. Just what this doctor ordered.

Ashur uses one of his hands to pinch and pull on his dark pronounced nipples on his heavily muscled pecs. He pinches hard. Sometimes he will give his nipples a good twist as well. He flexes his pec muscles. He switches back and forth between each nipple, pinching and twisting. Feels so good to do this. When he was a teenager he started playing with his nipples using his momma’s wooden clothes pins. Now they can take a lot of hard play. It is ingrained in his body that this is necessary to reach climax.

He reaches down to Randi’s firm white breasts and her cute soft pink nipples. He can see that they don’t get worked very often. He gives the pink nipples little tugs. Much softer play than what he normally does for himself. If he was in the right position, he would lick those pink nipples and suck on them ever too lightly. Giving little tugs with his teeth.

Randi can tell this guy is getting ready to blow his wad. She wants to pull back her head and point the penis Cyclops’ one-eye downward, away from her pretty face. Semen burns if it gets in the eyes. Semen wasn’t made for that area of the body. Randi starts to worry about the shot of cum. She prefers to let guys cum on her where she can see it. Not cum inside of her, and that includes inside her mouth. But they didn’t negotiate anything before she got on her knees.

The Arab doctor has said something about shooting it down her throat. Randi’s anxiety is starting to kick into high gear and her heart rate picks up. Did the doctor mean what he said, or is it just nasty sex talk? What if he intends to do it? OH, MOTHER FUCKER, NO!

Now Ashur’s cock is now hard and deep in Randi’s throat. Ashur offers his apologies, “Sorry Noah’s wife, my cock is just having such a good time in your mouth. Your mouth is an excellent hostess. I feel most welcome there. But I am getting close to shooting. I will say ‘NOW’ when you need to hold your breath.”

Randi sees no way out of this ending. She gives a worried look over to her husband. He is jerking away on his erect penis. He smiles at her. He thinks she likes the action the way it is playing out. “Go ahead honey, enjoy the stallion’s horse cum!” Noah licks his lips and smacks them.

Randi is sweaty and out of breath. Her white skin is flushed red with the heat of excitement. Her heart is pounding from lust and fear. There is no way she can stand up and bolt. She is pinned down. From his increased moaning, she realizes that Doctor Ashur is building up to climax at any moment now.

Ashur’s chest and back hair is now plastered flat against his skin, wet with his sweat. Sweat drips down from his wet dense underarm hair. The sweat from his broad strong back runs down to the crack of his hairy hard butt. The air in the room is heavy with the musky fragrance of male pheromones. Pheromones from sex and lust and alpha man sweat.

The thrusting slows down, then speeds up. Randi is so unconformable in her kneeling position that she truly wants the man standing before her to finally just shoot his load of cum. Suddenly Ashur pushes inward, getting more cock inside of the pocket pussy mouth. He kind of bends over, and doubles over Randi’s head. Holding Randi’s head secure with both hands, he gives hard quick thrusts into his White slut play partner’s mouth. A slut because she is the wife of another man.

Then Randi hears it loud and clear.

“NOW!”

Randi holds her breath. Then she feels the hot and thick cum just shoot out like a cannon shot. The first shot hits the back of her throat. And the semen keeps coming. Four serious shots of cum into her mouth and throat. Then a few more minor shots. Good thing she is holding her breath. She can taste the salty cream. And yes, it is sweet too. Randi thinks how this is the Arabian spermatozoa frosting. Randi likes the density of it and how it tastes. But there is too much of it. Way too much of it. She is afraid it might back up in her mouth and escape through her nostrils. There is simply too much volume.

When he stops ejaculating, she tries to swallow. Fuck it man there is just so much creamy frosting! It is difficult to swallow with a Minotaur’s cock taking up so much room in her White bitch mouth. The strong aroma of semen is building in her nostrils. She imagines that at least one billion of the hairy Minotaur beast’s sperms are actively swimming around in her mouth and especially underneath her moist warm tongue. The microscope image of her husband’s active sperm swimming back and forth pops into her mind. She realizes this isn’t just a creamy substance. This is real alive sperm swimming around under her tongue, back and forth. The mental picture makes her feel rather sick to her stomach. It doesn’t just seem like frosting anymore.

Doctor Ashur Haurvatat abruptly pulls out.

“Swallow Randi. I will get you some water. It will help to wash my thick Arab jiz down your throat.”

Randi has trouble swallowing the cum and starts to gag. She wants to spit some of the sperm out. She wants to spit all of it out. She starts quickly glancing around for a trash can. Or anything other than the flooring. She is about to panic. She makes a move toward some of the clothing nearby on the floor to use as a spit rag.

“MAKE SURE you don’t SPIT White infidel BITCH! I will give you a HARD paddling with the palm of my hand. Your white butt checks will have black and blue handprints on them for two weeks. I HAD TO spank several other white girls for that misbehavior. And man, can the White girls scream at the top of their mother fucking lungs while they get what they deserved for spitting out my Arabian semen. I hate it when they FUCKING SPIT like a CAMEL! Cunt-pigs! Where did those bitches grow up? It is outwardly disrespectful to me as a MAN! A real insult! Do White men tolerate this spitting out of their man seed? There is no reason for the spitting. Fucking PIGS! Learn some manners bitches!

As he hands the cold water to Randi, he instead offers, “Warmer water will break up the cum better, faster. I could take a piss directly into your mouth; I need piss anyway.” Ashur has pointed the large piss slit of his semi-erect penis towards her. Aimed it directly at Randi’s swollen closed lips. Randi knows that Ashur is correct about his warm ‘water’ being the better option, but she is certain that right now, she would gag and choke for sure. She can’t talk with her mouth so full of Arab sperm, so she shakes her head no. Ashur gently states, “Another time perhaps.” Ashur hands the open water bottle to Randi, who is about to sip the cold water. Then he changes his mind.

He can hear his father’s voice saying, “Don’t let resistance keep you from making good decisions son.” He starts nodding his head yes at the memory his father's words. He takes hold of his swollen dark brown cock and points the piss hole at her closed lips. Ashur smiles and thinks how this will be much better for the infidel slut wife of his new friend. As soon as the warm piss hits Randi’s lips, she parts them. The piss stream is weak at first. As soon as Randi gets a mouth full of piss, she closes her mouth. She swishes his very warm piss around in her mouth. The cum begins to break up in Ashur’s piss and she swallows. It gets washed down into Randi’s empty tummy. Piss keeps coming out of Ashur’s cock and the piss stream gets stronger. Piss is cascading down the front of Rand’s breasts and off of her pink nipples like a waterfall. She opens her mouth for another mouth full. He readily obliges. She swishes again and swallows. So much better. Randi turns her head to the side away from the piss stream and is taking deep breaths.

Still pissing, Ashur directs his piss over to her husband Noah and his five-inch hard cock. “Since you have no respect for it White boy, why should I?” questions Ashur. He releases an evil laugh while he full-on pisses all over Noah’s penis and testicles. He then moves up his chest. Noah opens his mouth wide. Piss starts filling it and he gulps it down and reopens his mouth again. Again, it fills ups and cascades down his torso. He swallows. Then Ashur is pissing on his little white cock again. Noah looks up and sees how the Arabian man is grinning in delight. Ashur is starting to get erect again. This is fun!

Noah, who has been jerking it like crazy, now shoots his wad. What little cum pumps out, is quickly washed away in the Arab piss. Ashur, Noah, and Randi are likely thinking the same thing, that being, there is a White Race metaphor here somewhere. White Race cum washed away in Arabian piss.

Randi is still coughing on the residual Arab sperm in her mouth. She still has the taste of his semen all through her mouth. She is worried she might gag and throw up cum and piss. Doctor Ashur is watching her and knows what the problem is. He offers the cold water bottle to Randi and tells her, “Sip it slowly.”

The water overrides the fresh piss scent and heavy cum smell. Randi starts to relax now that the nausea relents. “Thank you, sir. You were right. I should have trusted you. You are an alpha male.”

Ashur is smiling and nodding his head, “I love the fact that you didn’t whine nor complain like some little cunt. I hate it when bitches want to stop sucking me off, right when I am enjoying myself. They will often ORDER me to eat out their smelly snatch. How selfish can they be? You seem to understand that a man’s build-up should be kept ongoing. And Randi, like I said, that fucking spitting is way out of reason and uncalled-for rudeness. And they act like I am in the wrong. I can’t wrap my head around that thought process. Swallowing my semen is the RESPECT that I deserve.”

Randi feels woozy. She isn’t too sure about what Ashur has said. Maybe the other women wanted to take turns with oral sex? Isn’t trading off typical? She isn’t going to debate it with him. She has no sexual experience with other women. Yikes, did Ashur say, ‘smelly snatch’? Who talks like that? But somehow she knows the statement might have some merit. She has overheard it said too many times, such as in the phrase, “Man get over it. Just go out there this weekend and rub your face in some smelly snatch.”

Ashur reflects, all things considered, this Randi and Noah couple are very cool. He thinks about how he does like them. Just the oral sex play by itself was hot! Of course, he still needs to try out her pussy a few times first. Maybe he could make a submissive cuckold of Noah, it shouldn’t be too difficult. He wonders just how far he could take that castration stuff with Noah. Anyway if it works out, he could eventually breed Randi with his offspring. It is time to get serious about breeding some sons. Yes, maybe he should do just that.

Randi abruptly begins talking and shares her own and her husband’s views on genetics within the context of human evolution. “Historically, Caucasians preferred to mate and breed among themselves, those that lived within their small local European shires. Over the centuries, this limited gene pool has perpetuated some undesirable traits, such as a strong tendency towards violence and indifference to the victim. Some historic examples are things like, off with their head, tar & feather, boil them in oil, impale them, or burn them alive at the stake, and also the forced servitude of other peoples.”

“Take a look at how most serial killers are White males,” offers Noah. “White males kill their own kind, besides killing those that have a different appearance. They justify their killing by blaming the victims. They lack remorse, which is likely a deficiency within the DNA of their chromosomes. Look at those who are committing mass school shootings, and let’s not forget that cannibal, Jeffery Dahmer.”

Ashur is following the couple’s train of thought. He knows for sure that Noah and Randi are White Race Traitors just like he thought. Now he wants to get back to one of the topics of the meeting. He addresses the husband now, “Noah, how do you see a solution to this problem?” Leading the witness, he asks, “Would it not be most beneficial to introduce other Race chromosomes into the DNA mix for a blending? Sort of covering all of the bases or filling in the missing chromosomes?”

Noah begins nodding his head in the affirmative. Then begins talking, “Well yes, I do think that would help. You know, introducing fresh blood, or fresh DNA, and all of that.”

Interjecting, Ashur questions, “Like some sort of organized… affirmative action… interracial breeding agenda?”

“BINGO! There you go!” loudly states Noah. His wife nodes her head in agreement.

Ashur baits him on, “I certainly agree with the concept of interracial breeding to cure social ills. Hence the reason I am on the website where you found me. But would it be possible to get that done on a large scale? There are a lot of taboos to address. Not to mention, how do you get it supported? Won’t the Whites just continue to marry other Whites and have White offspring to protect the bloodline and be accepted within their subculture of White privilege?”

Noah is getting more excited about the conversation, “Well Doctor Haurvatat, this is where my theory of normalizing the acceptance of human castration comes into play.”

Ashur, “Of course, you talk about it in your writings. You know Noah, human castration is as old as civilization itself. You haven’t invented it. You have only resurrected it. Castration wasn’t ever practiced here, in this new country. But historians tell us that it most certainly was a viable option in numerous old countries and across various cultures. The working-class men with undesirable traits would be taken out of the reproduction game. Forced to sit on the sidelines. Keeping the best players on the field to make a winning team. Which males were allowed to breed with the most attractive of the women was often deliberate. Of course, as it should be, there were harems for the educated elite all-male ruling class. Harems were typically guarded by slave eunuchs who couldn’t breed. Of course, the alpha males should NOT be restricted to breeding only one female for his entire life. What a waste of superior DNA that would be! Wouldn’t you agree?”

Noah is nodding his head yes in agreement. “I know. But you mention selective breeding here and now, and people kind of freak out. Human castration had been a normal part of civilization for thousands of years. But somewhere along the line, it got demonized. And it is now thought of as a terrible thing to do to adult males. However, I think there were credible reasons that castration was accepted and utilized. It shouldn’t be viewed as a punishment, or as something negative. But rather viewed as a positive action done for the benefit of a peaceful coexisting society.”

Randi is nodding her head yes in agreement, and when Noah finishes speaking she states, “I agree. I want to practice what we preach and be impregnated with the best sperm available. My husband and I will raise the offspring and provide a good home.”

Ashur states, “I love hearing you two say all of that! I think you two are on to something with this line of social-political thinking. Because society has NOT been making any choices on which males should NOT get to reproduce, we are now in this self-perpetuating biological mess. Racial inbreeding as the cause of DNA defects, might that not be a real thing? It perpetuates itself. And, are we now, as some fear, possibly on the verge of a Race War.”

Noah speaks up, “Oh please don’t say that doctor! It scares me when I hear that!”

Ashur counters, “Race War scares you more than castration? You know, scarier than widespread White human male castration?” Ashur makes the point clear to Noah. After all, this is a White guy and so it would apply to his Race, and therefore possibly to himself.

Noah answers, “Well certainly doctor. Institutionalized castration can be qualified and quantified and controlled, unlike a war. Any WAR has uncertain outcomes. And it is the best young alpha men that fight and die in combat. What an enormous waste of high-quality semen producers.”

Ashur repeats, “Any war has uncertain outcomes. Excellent point boy! Yes, truly brilliant! You don’t want to kill off the best men in droves while fighting in a Race War. You want them to live on so they can breed. We need every one of the best males to be able to impregnate numerous deserving wombs with their superior sperm.”

Noah and Randi are both nodding yes that they agree.

What is new to Ashur, is the idea of institutionalized castration. The concept used to seem preposterous when he first read about it. But now it is beginning to make sense. Once a thing makes sense, it seems less ridiculous and more viable. This line of thought needs to be examined and tested.

Asher makes a counter-argument “What about sperm banks? They already offer the best quality semen, excluding the wide majority of applicants. It is the best of the alphas. Make it more affordable, government-funded.”

Randi makes a sour face and emphatically states, “YUCK, I want to see where this stuff is coming from!” She didn’t mean for that statement to be funny, but the guys laugh out loud at the pun while they grope their crotch and look at each other. Randi states“Alright, you boys! I didn’t mean that I don’t know where IT comes from.”

Ashur has taken full notice of the couple’s growing sexual excitement and now his cock is getting engorged with his hot Arabian blood. Ashur comments, “As I have said, I completely support interracial breeding among White females. I especially appreciate the utopian Eurabia that we see growing overseas. And from Noah’s physical reaction in his shorts, I know that Noah supports interracial breeding as well.”

Noah now has a full erection in his nylon shorts. The fabric had been straining to keep it pinned down, but his cock is rock hard nonetheless. He so intensely wants to pull it out and jerk himself off like he is used to doing. His breathing is becoming more rapid. His face, more flushed with excitement.

Asher states, “Noah, you just have to be so uncomfortable in those shorts. I can see your…well…hard predicament. Maybe you should strip them off? Speaking of which, I would love to give you a physical exam. Document the heft of your White boy nuts and cock size. Maybe we could get a semen sample to test the density of your ejaculate and the activity of your sperm? I have the means to do a chromosome check on your ancestry. Any resistance to doing any, or all, of that?”

Noah has been thinking about how he would like to see the doctor naked too. Naked and hard while on top of his spoiled brat wife Randi. Pumping his hairy brown muscle butt cheeks up and down while he just fucks, fucks, fucks her White-bitch pussy. Showing her something he was never able to do, that being male dominance. Doctor Haurvatat could easily pin her down with his body weight. And then insert his ridged horse cock into her pussy slot and pleasuring himself by repeatedly thrusting it in and out. Maybe she will even be screaming for the doctor to stop, stop, stop, it hurts too badly. Noah smiles at the thought of her not being able to control this Arab man.

Noah reasons, maybe if he strips down butt naked as the doctor has suggested, then the doctor might also strip down at some point. He has noticed the doctor checking out his wife’s ample breasts and well-rounded soft butt. Besides, straight men aren’t always so steadfastly prim and proper when they are horny and aroused and an interested couple is staring them in the face, and their expanding crotch pole.

“Well…, maybe…Doctor Haurvatat…I,” Noah stammers, as his blood pressure has increased.

The doctor interjects, “Please Noah and Randi, call me Doctor Ashur. It seems that Haurvatat is a lot to say.”

After a pause, Noah says, “Yes Doctor Ashur. I can do that.”

“You can do what Noah? Strip down for a physical exam? Provide a semen sample. Or just call me Doctor Ashur? Or…”

Randi answers with less hesitation, for her husband, “Noah will be happy to do all of that stuff.” Randi smiles her best friendly grin at Doctor Ashur. She can feel her hot pink pussy getting wetter and soaking her red lace panties. She unconsciously presses and rubs her tongue back and forth on the roof of her closed mouth. It is similar to how she pins and stimulates a hard cock inserted in there.

Ashur looks Randi right in the eyes and smiles broadly back at her. He is thinking, how all things considered, everything seems to be going so well. Maybe a nice blowjob could happen today after all. Maybe something even better might happen this afternoon as well. Ashur’s wide smile seems to be more genuine now as his eyes show true delight.

Now in the examination room, Noah is getting undressed for his physical exam. Feeling shy about his erection, he is facing the wall while he disrobes. Before leaving home today, his wife allowed Noah to remove his chastity cage for the meeting with Doctor Haurvatat. He knows that his wife wants her subservient husband to be fully exposed and aroused, erect cock and all.

Randi is sitting on the only chair in the room, in a corner near the door. Randi sits more like a man, with her knees apart and her hands in her lap. She discreetly touches her crotch to see if her wetness has soaked through to the outside garment. She glances down for a double-check while she acts like she is just getting comfortable. Her outside pants seem to be dry, at least for now.

Doctor Ashur is standing a few feet behind Noah, and he is typing on the computer keyboard. He is sizing up this White couple. She sent direct messages to him through the website. She wants to bare children. But not inferior pasty white babies who will almost certainly disappoint her.