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God help me, this story just will not get out of my head, so I've decided to inflict it all on you.
So, here's part I and part II and down the smut slide we go.
It's been a month since you first laid the egg.
In some ways, nothing's changed. You still do your shopping on Wednesday afternoons, you still watch Food Network for tips on how to prepare food you'll never cook. In other ways, your whole world has been turned upside down. Instead of going to bed alone at night, you snuggle up with a creature you worship as a god and ride one of its thick tentacles until you fall asleep. Your belly, which had never exactly been flat to begin with, oscilates between its normal size and being so round and swollen that you look like you're about to give birth any second.
And that's another way your life has changed.
You now lay eggs on the regular.
Okay, that's overstating things a little. There's only one egg, and you've laid it twice.
And had it pushed up inside you twice. Just thinking about it is enough to make you shiver. You glance around you in the grocery story to check if anyone had noticed your preoccupation, but the aisle is empty but for a middle-aged man reading the back of a cereal box. Sighing softly in relief, you allow your hand to drift down to your abdomen where you rub the taut skin soothingly.
Today is the first day you've left the house with the egg inside of you. It's sitting low, making it appear as though you're due to go into labour any minute. And you know that with just a little push, you'd be able to lay your egg right here in the grocery store.
As you pretend to scan the shelf in front of you, you allow yourself to imagine it. Clambering down onto your back, lifting your dress up past your waist, exposing your pussy, and birthing the egg in front of all the other shoppers. You smile dreamily as you picture them abandoning their carts and gathering around you to watch, the tellers leaving their posts to marvel as your cunt stretches to expel the egg.
You're having a little too much fun imagining it; the beginnings of a contraction ripple through you, and you have to bite back a moan. Leaning your forearms against the cart, you clench your pussy to draw the egg further back into you.
Then you do it again just for the hell of it. A gasp slips free before you can stop it and you can feel yourself break out into a sweat.
"Oh, dear, are you alright?"
You look up sharply. An older woman is standing just an arm's length away, her brow creased in worry. She tall and looks to be in her mid- to late-forties.
"Y-yeah," you manage to stammer. "All⌠all good."
Her gaze drops to below your chin, and you know exactly what she's seeing. Swollen tits without a bra and an enormous belly squeezed into a long, low-cut sundress. Most people dismiss your outfit choice as the decision made by a massively pregnant woman in an attempt at keeping cool on a hot day.
The truth is, you'd chosen this dress because it made you feel like a slut.
" ⌠are you due?" the woman asks.
"Hmmm? Oh." You laugh. "Any minute now, it feels like."
Her expression turns sympathetic. "And you're out shopping? Don't you have someone to do this for you?"
"I don't mind," you tell her honestly. "It actually feels good to be out." Also not a lie. Despite the belly, you've seen the admiring looks your tits have gotten this afternoon. Almost the same kind of look the woman is still giving your belly.
You're seized by a sudden missionary zeal. She may never know your god and worship it as you do, but the least you can do is let her feel it.
"Do you want to touch it?"
The woman's gaze snaps up to yours, her cheeks colouring. She's embarrassed that you've noticed her staring, and she's too caught up in the feeling to do more than let out a little squeak as you grab her wrist and bring it up to your tummy.
It's been a month since you'd been gifted with the egg, and this is the first time anyone's touched your abdomen besides the creature. You aren't expecting it to feel as good as it does; your legs threaten to give out under you at her gentle touch.
For her part, the woman looks startled. Her eyes are wide, her full lips parted. Can she sense that all isn't as it seems? Does she feel the unnatural heat that radiates from your skin beneath the dress?
Is her pussy suddenly dripping the way yours is?
She clears her throat noisily, pulling away from your belly. You don't protest when she mumbles some excuse about being late for an appointment, simply watching as she stumbles away from you.
Somehow, you're sure that when the woman cums tonight, she'll be thinking about you. You and swollen stomach.
You and your god.
Warm contentment settles over you. You allow yourself the gentlest push, bearing down on the egg as lightly as you can, just to feel it sink down between your hips. Your needy cunt clenches, and sends the egg right back up again.
Delicious.
Forcing yourself to pay attention, you resume your shopping. Everything you select has to be quick and easy, requiring minimal preperation time. That means fresh fruit and vegetables, yogurt and cereal. And milk.
So much milk.
There's no need for you to ask for assistance. Everyone who sees you and your belly is quick to step forward to reach for items on high shelves or low on the ground. They smile at you, kind and sympathetic, some even asking you when you're due.
And your answer is always the same.
"Any minute now," you say with a smile.
Most of them think you're joking and laugh before moving back to their own carts. One man gives you a mildly alarmed look before scurrying off.
By the time you finally make it to your car with your groceries, you can feel your wetness dripping down your thigh. You smile as a kindly man hurries over to help you pack your things in the trunk; his eyes linger on your tits, and you're half-tempted to flash him a nipple as thanks. But now isn't the time for that. Instead, you allow him to open the driver's door for you and, once you're in, make sure to lean forward to close it yourself, affording him a generous view of your cleavage down the front of your dress.
You meet his stunned gaze and wink before pulling out of the parking lot.
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It's a relief to finally get home. You'd slipped the straps of your dress off your shoulders almost as soon as you'd gotten off the main road and now, as you heave yourself out of your seat, you allow the dress to slip down into a puddle at your feet, leaving you completely naked. Leaning against the side of the car, you kick off your slip-ons and sigh in contentment at the feel of the breeze caressing your bare skin.
Leaving your clothes right there in the driveway, you shuffle your way into the house with the grocery bags looped around your wrist. Your back aches and you're half tempted to just dump everything on the floor and go outside. But you force yourself to pack away the groceries, knowing that as soon as you stepped out the back door all else would be forgotten. You cradle your belly with one hand as you move around the kitchen, rubbing soothingly over yout taut skin.
And all the while, you're aware of the weight between your hips. Aware of the way your cunt is drooling, your wetness already beginning to coat the inside of your thighs. It would be so easy to just push, to forget everything else and cum screaming on your kitchen floor.
Again.
Finally, everything is packed away in its proper place. You sigh in relief before placing your hands on your hips and arching your back. The stretch feels good, and it pulls the skin of your bulging belly even tighter.
Delicious.
You shuffle to the back door and carefully make your way down the steps to the garden. Things have changed slightly since you'd fallen asleep here that fateful night. The open space in the middle of the yard has been taken up by a large splash pool that you've filled with about a foot and a half of water.
And in the pool, tentacles gliding languidly through the water, is the creature.
Once again, you're struck by its beauty. The sunlight glints off its tentacles, creating an iridescent shimmer. You spend a long moment staring before you shake yourself out of your daze.
The creature watches as you approach. There's no way you'll be able to heave yourself into the water, not with the weight of your belly, but with the creature there you don't have to. Its long limbs reach out for you, cradling you and lifting you off your feet with a preternatural strength, and setting you in the pool.
You moan as you're lowered into the cool water. Eyes fluttering shut, you allow yourself a moment to focus on the sweet relief of being off your feet. Goosebumps break out over your skin, and you feel your already taut nipples harden even further.
Perfection.
There isn't time for you to get too lost in the sensations of the water caressing your skin. Your creature has guided you down until you're sitting in the water, your legs spread wide, the water lapping at the rounded curve of your tummy.
This will be the first time you've tried a water birth since you were visited by the creature. You're torn between excitement and apprehension as you slosh in the pool to find a comfortable position. From what you've read, water births are supposed to hurt less. In truth, you're not sure that's what you want. The sweet agony of birthing your egg is what makes you cum so hard.
But the idea of floating, of being weightless, has it's appeal too. You just have to trust that the creature won't let you drown.
You relax back against the edge of the pool, stretching your legs out in front of you. Tentacles snake around your ankles and part your thighs even further, leaving your cunt exposed to that one-eyed gaze. You shiver as you feel its stare zoom in on your entrance.
Even though you haven't yet worked out how to communicate with the creature, you know exactly what that look means. You lick your lips before parting them, sticking out your tongue in an obscene welcome. Tentacles swarm forward almost immediately. One glides along your tongue to the back of your throat, while others slip and slide along your skin.
The taste of the creature's secretions are familiar to you by now, but that does nothing to lessen its potency. Your eyes roll back in your head as you suck greedily at the tentacle.
And then, acting on instinct, you begin to push.
Agony. Ecstasy.
Tentacles wrap around your waist, holding you firmly in place as the contractions wrack your body. Your cries are muffled by the thick tentacle in your mouth as it inches deeper down your throat. A few of the smaller tendrils have curled around your nipples, teasing them maddeningly.
As good as that all feels, though, your attention is still focused on your pussy. On the beginnings of a stretch and gape. On the tentacles toying with your clit while another one dips into your cunt, coating itself in your wetness.
Oh. Oh, fuck.
Your deityâbeautiful, precious, generous beingâis using its strength to keep the egg up inside you, its limb a direct counter-point to your pushing. You can't breathe; you can't think. Tears track down your face as your cunt spasms around the tentacle inside you, doing its part to keep the egg from descending.
Incredible. Your body thrashes without your permission, seeking to get away from the exquisite pain, desperate for more of the ghastly pleasure. The water sloshes around you as your body controrts, and the creature has to restrain you, wrapping more of its limbs around you to keep you still.
You cum. It's the same crashing wave of ecstasy that you feel every time the creature fucks you; every time, it's like nothing you've ever felt before. The tentacle in your mouth bulges, blocking your airway for a few seconds, before it spurts a thick, sweet substance down your throat. You slurp it up gladly, desperate for all your god can give you. There's so much of it, spraying down your throat and some even escaping the corners of your mouth.
"Gluk⌠gluk⌠glukâŚ"
For one endless moment, that's all there is. That's all you are. Pleasure. Pain. Full. So unbearably full. A helpless cumdump for the creature you've now devoted yourself to. It accepts your worship as its due, emptying your mind of thought and filling you up with its cum and its egg.
The creature slowly withdraws its tentacle from your mouth, ignoring your mewl of protest. Your lips are puffy and swollen, tingling from the tentacle's secretions. Dazed, body so sensitive that you think you might die, you look downâŚ
⌠and marvel.
Your tits seem to have gotten even bigger. The tentacles teasing your nipples have coaxed out droplets of milk that dribble down your skin and onto your swollen belly. And if your tits have gotten bigger, there's no way to describe what your tummy looks like now. It's massive, the combination of the egg and the cum it had pumped down your throat rounding your belly out even further.
Glorious.
You want to stay like this forever. The egg on the cusp of leaving your body, the creature's tentacles caressing you and plugging you up. If you could force your mouth to form words, you'd beg for it.
But your god is good. So, so good. Another tentacle presses against your lips insistently. Just as you open your mouth to eagerly accept it, the tentacle in your cunt withdraws, and the ones around your waist tighten a fraction.
No need for words. You know what the creature wants.
Eyes fluttering shut, you scream around the fresh tentacle and begin to push.
Between the water and the tentacles supporting you, you really do feel like you're floating. You can feel every inch of the egg's ridges as it slips from your womb down into your cervix. The mixture of agony and ecstasy is incredible, and your cunt clenches desperately, once again sending the egg back a few precious millimeters.
Something tells you this is going to be the longest laying you've done yet.
sooo pussy portals⌠in the monster kink tag, Iâve fallen DEEP into that rabbit hole and I cannot stop lolll and that leads me to my ask!
Of course, taking up a job at the Pussy Portal company brings in serious bank but, what if the woman just loves Monsters and adding a Freeuse kink into the mix makes this the job of her dreams! The only monster that she hasnât been fucked by yet was a Minotaur..
Well, here's all my pussy portal stuff!
Omg, imagine it's like a points reward system where you get points based on the number and size of the cocks that use your portal. So the bigger the cocks get and the more frequent your portal is used, the more options you get to unlock.
The more intense options, like larger tentacles, orcs, minotaurs and centaurs are locked until you can earn enough points to unlock them.
You worked all the way up to Orc tier and have been having so much fun, you almost forgot about the earning points part. Before you know it you unlock the Minotaur tier and you're so excited, you tap the allow option without even reading the "Are you sure?" And "User Warning" pop ups.
You've taken two orcs at the same damn time, minotaur cock will be a walk in the park. You hop out of bed and start your morning. Everything's going normally until you feel a strange flat object bump against your cunt.
You think it might be someone's fist for a second before you feel the cum leaking from the tip and realise it's the flat tip of a minotaur cock. You barely get a moment to panic before the beast is trying to work it's tip inside you, stretching your pussy around it.
Your knees buckle when the tip finally pops in, the stretch is a perfect combination of pain and pleasure.
You waddle your way to your couch, slip your underwear off and open your legs wide. You watch your pussy stretch around the stranger as they slowly inch further inside you. They must know this is your first cock this big, they must feel it with how tightly your walls squeeze them.
Every time you think they've bottomed out another inch is pushed in and another and another until you're so full, it feels like you can feel them in your stomach and beyond.
You're in tears when he actually bottoms out, then the bastard does the worst possible and pulls out completely just so you feel how empty you are without him, leaving you clenching around nothing. You whine as if he can hear you but it's not long before he's easing himself back inside.
He starts a slow pace, pulling almost all the way out, tip just barely slipping out of your pussy before pushing all the way in again to the base. The thing about the portal is that you can't control the pace, only the person on the other side can, no matter how much you hump your cushions or clench your pussy, they control the pace.
The minotaur finally starts fucking you properly and by that point, you can barely string two words together. You wonder if he can feel when you press on the bulge in your tummy or if he can smell how soaked wet you are.
Your mindless moans fill your home as you watch your hole get pounded. The force of his thrusts rock your whole body, making your couch springs squeak.
You wish he could hear you, see how fucked out he's making you. He picks up the pace as you rub your clit, finally cumming around the beast. Your sensitive pussy weeps as he pounds you harder and faster than you've ever had.
Hot cum floods your womb, filling you to the brim as he holds you firmly to the base of his cock. You feel your stomach bulge with the volume and cum squirts out of you, having nowhere left to go.
He stays still for a moment before slowly slipping out, the moment his tip pops out of you, a river of potent cum pours from your hole and onto the floor.
You lay there and catch your breath, barely having enough time to get your brain in working order before you feel it again, a big blunt minotaur tip pressing against you. Cum still leaks from your pussy, down your legs from the first client but you can't find it in you to deny yourself just another round.
Advertisement. The catgirlâs tail swishes nervously across the floor. Standing at attention, the owner adjusts a camera on a tripod. âOkay, weâre rolling â go ahead.â Taking a deep breath, she launches into her sales pitch. âCome visit the Strawberry Pet Sanctuary! Adopt a petgirl today!â The girl looks cute, and sex sells.
âGreat start, letâs try that again⌠Can you pull your tits out?â The owner smiles, looking at her through the window of the lens. Squirming, the catgirl lifts up the hem of her shirt. âAh, uh⌠come to the strawberry-â He interrupts her. âYouâre blushing.â Her ears twitch awkwardly. Stepping alongside the girl, he grips her bare tits. âYouâre thinking too much, let me help youâŚâ
Firm hands work across her naked chest. Little gasps and mews are captured on camera. The man plays with her nipples, lightly pinching and tugging. âGo ahead.â He coos to the needy pet. âCome⌠come⌠adopt a petgirl⌠come play with kittyâŚâ Her owner nods in approval. âGetting better. Pull down your panties and try again.â
Her underwear slips down her legs. A small push on her ass tilts her hips forward, showing off her smooth, warm pussy to the camera. âCome to the Strawberry Pet SanctuaryâŚâ The girl mumbles. ââŚcome fuck a petgirlâŚâ The man keeps one hand on her breast and pushes a finger into her wet hole with the other. ââŚlotsa slutty kitties hereâŚâ
The owner puts his fingers in her mouth. His other hand keeps working on her pussy. âAnother take.â He orders. She can feel his hard cock grinding against her ass. The girl is incomprehensible with his fingers inside of her. âcomw fucsk kittyyy⌠adopt pussyyyâŚ.â He holds her by the hips and drags her closer to the camera.
Bending the catgirl over, he lifts her tail to show everything. Two, then three fingers thrust into her wet cunt. âWe donât just have kittygirls here, do we? Tell the people what else they can get.â She lets out a soft squeak, followed by a long meow. He can feel her tighten around his fingers. ââŚpuppies⌠and bunnies⌠ah! pretty foxesâŚâ The catgirl trembles in his hands.
âLetâs tell them what they can do with their pet.â He adjusts the camera to look down at her. Guiding the girl to her knees, the owner offers up a thick dildo. âStuff this in yourself and then talk about what a good petgirl does.â The catgirl quivers. Placing the toy under her hips, she tries to fit it inside of her pussy. It pushes against her mound, slipping away from her hole.
ââŚyour petgirl can give you blowjobs, andâŚâ The man cuts her off again. âAh ah ah. Fit it in first, then look at the camera while you talk.â She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Lowering her body onto the heavy silicone cock, she meows weakly when it pops inside. Slipping halfway down, the girl starts to grind. âWhat do petgirls do?â
ââŚcocksuckerâŚâ The kitty whines. âLook at the camera.â She stares up at the lens, bouncing on the too-big toy. ââŚkitty suck cockâŚâ He keeps a hand on her shoulder, keeping the girl from lifting herself up too high. âWhat else?â A little push makes more of it fit. ââŚfuck your little petgirl as much as you want⌠breed your pet⌠make her pornâŚâ
Standing overtop of her, the man lays his cock across her face. âShow them.â He watches a shudder run through her body. Her mouth hangs open, tongue out. The owner tilts her head back and mounts her face. The camera watches her naked body stretch out on the dildo. One long slow thrust fits his cock down her throat. On her knees and arched backwards, his balls press against her nostrils.
âHere at Strawberry Pet Sanctuary, all of our petgirls are fully trained.â The man pumps his cock in and out of the catgirlâs mouth. âYou wonât have to break them in, but of course youâre more than welcome to.â She paws at his thighs as the dildo thumps inside of her with every push from the man. âTry them before you adopt, satisfaction guaranteed.â
Drool runs down her neck. The catgirl canât help but rub her clit. âWe can match you with the perfect pet. Whatever you like, weâll find the petgirl that suits your tastes.â She shudders, approaching an orgasm. ââŚand if we donât have a good fit, we can train her to do what you like.â The kitty rubs faster. Popping his cock out of her mouth, the man picks her up, pulling her off the dildo.
âmeowwwwww!â She begs as he holds her in front of the camera. âThis one is learning how to edge.â The girl tries to protest, reaching for her pussy as her orgasm fades. âTell them what else youâre good for.â
âAnything.â Her mews and whimpers become more desperate. ââŚmm a pathetic kitty⌠pweese lemme cumâŚâ Touching the head of his spit-covered cock to her dripping pussy, the man pushes himself deep inside her. A slight adjustment of her legs ensures future customers will see how hard he fucks her. âDo the sales pitch again. Like this.â
The catgirl bounces helplessly in his arms. She whines at the camera. âCum inside⌠Strawberry⌠Pet Sanct- sanctuary⌠Adopt a tight little pussy like meâŚâ Heâs rough and ruthless. Every time she gets close to cumming, he slows down just enough to keep her from her prize. The man doesnât need to hold back. When heâs ready, he fills her with his cum.
Covered in spit and semen, the catgirl trembles. Her legs spread open, face flushed, cum dripping from her used pussy. Her ownerâs sticky cock is wiped off on her face. âCome to Strawberry Pet SanctuaryâŚâ The girl licks at him as she reads her pitch. âAdopt a slutty petgirlâŚâ
âYouâre hear for the deergirl, right?â The enthusiastic couple stand at the counter. âYes! Iâm so excited!â The woman giggles. âWonderful. Sheâs such a sweetheart. Still a little shy, but Iâm sure you two can bring out her dirty side.â He slides them some paperwork. The woman clicks a pen. âSay⌠is that catgirl here? The one from the ad?â
He chuckles and nods. âSure, sheâs down here.â Rolling back his chair, the catgirl crawls along the floor to keep sucking his cock. âOooh, sheâs even prettier in person.â The owner smiles and pets her head as the couple gawks at her. âMmhm⌠not up for adoption, Iâm afraid. This one is all mine.â The couple sign the paperwork. âOne is enough anyways⌠for now, at least.â
Pointing them down the hall, the couple heads off to pick up their new pet. The catgirl happily bobs her head in her ownerâs lap. âLooks like youâre famous.â He rubs her back. The girlâs tail swishes with pride. Leaning back in his seat, he lets his pet finish him off.
Your package has arrived. Prancing to her front door, the girl peers through the window to ensure the delivery driver has left. Retrieving the box from the doormat, the girl smuggles it inside. Itâs heavier than I expected. She had spent weeks researching her purchase and begrudgingly followed the sane advice. Your first dildo should be a bit on the smaller side. Donât get something with a lot of extra features. Keep it simple. Opening up the package, sheâs giddy for the slim, smooth, featureless dildo inside. To finally feel what itâs like to be penetrated by more than just her fingers.
A pause. The object inside looks nothing like what she expected. Checking the packing slip, she sees the brand she ordered - a complete mismatch to what she received. Lifting the weighty sex toy from the box, the girl is baffled at how they could have mistaken the two items. The dildo she had ordered was small and sleek. This wasâŚ
âŚthick, ridged, bumpy, veiny, completely inhuman. Everything her research had told her to avoid for her first. Disappointment and curiosity rumble through her as she sits on her bed, staring at the monstrous toy. Her eyes drift down the shaft. Near the base of the cock is a huge knot. She remembers feeling frustrated when she was advised against starting off with a toy like that. Of all the bells and whistles she wanted, that knot was the most difficult to let go. Now she was alone with it.
I should return it. Itâs a shipping error. I should start smaller. Her hands stroke the silicone cock. I could just play with it a bit. Maybe wash it and return it. Iâve waited so long. She slips out of her panties.
Rubbing the cock against her hips and thigh, she touches her wet pussy. Seeing the dildo lying against her small frame sends shivers through her body. No wonder they said to start small. The thick, veiny cock would be a big stretch for her, even without the knot. But just rubbing would be fineâŚ
Squeezing it between her thighs, she begins to slide her pussy up and down the shaft. Every bump and crevasse on the wicked cock makes her body tingle. Her heart pounds when she rubs her clit against the knot. Comparing the size of the toy against her petite body, she can see that if it was any larger it would reach her belly button.
Just the tip. A fib as old as sex itself. Bringing her hips over the head of the cock, she straddles the monster and touches it to her hole. The girlâs wet pussy nestles against it. The tip is already slippery from her cum. As she works it inside of her, she strokes the knot. Her favourite fantasy plays out in her head.
Something like this⌠would just⌠take me⌠Her hips drop as she pulls the monstrous dildo up into her tiny cunt. A sweet, squeaky moan and she rolls onto her back. The cock is thrust into her again and again, stopping at the knot each time. The harsh features make her pussy wet. It wouldnât care, even if it broke me⌠Gripping the base she thrusts faster.
The girlâs toes curl as she watches the toy pound her. Through half closed eyes she imagines the horrifying creature that would have a cock like that. It wouldnât stop at the knot⌠It wouldnât understand if I begged it not to⌠Her nails dig into her breast, leaving long scratch marks against her chest.
Ragged breathing as she claws at her body. âIt wonât fit. Stop. It wonât fit.â The girl makes it fit. She howls as the knot stretches her needy pussy to itâs limit â then cums as it pops inside. Lost in her fantasy, she bucks her hips and tries to fit the inch of cock below the knot inside her. Her finger touches a hidden button under the silicone in the base.
A faint click. Not yet at the end of her orgasm, the dildo comes to life. Mechanisms inside the toy cause the knot to grow. Vibrations run from the base up deep inside of her. The curved shaft lurches, bouncing against her g-spot. The monstrous toy fucks the overstimulated virgin. She lets out a shriek and tries to pull the toy out.
Itâs no use. The swollen knot has hooked itself inside of her tight hole. Fumbling with the base, she fails to turn it off. Rolling around in her bed, she fails to remove it. The girl watches helplessly as a faint bump pushes out between her bellybutton and pussy â the head of the cock pounding her from inside.
Unable to separate fantasy from reality, she loses herself in her favourite dream. It just wants to breed you⌠stop fighting⌠make it cum⌠thatâs the only way to make it stop⌠Delirious, the girl starts to rub her clit. The buzzing toy throbs inside of her. Let it breed you⌠let it take you⌠you canât stop it⌠She squeezes herself as tight together as she can. It won't hurt you if you're a good hole... She makes herself a breeding slave for the monster.
An hour later, sheâs finally found the hidden button. The vibrations stop, and the knot returns to its normal girth. Laying in a puddle of sweat and cum, she eases the abomination out of her ruined pussy. Exhausted and shivering, she hugs the soaked toy next to her naked body. The girlâs mouth opens, and her tongue touches the thick vein on the side of the cock. Working downwards, she licks and cleans the knot.
you know those mechanical bull things? that are really hard to ride? that, but modified to have restraints and a dildo (or two, if two holes are there) on it. keeping a sub really well fucked on it when you arenât around to rail them until theyâre crying, coming home to the thing covered in their cum as theyâre continually fucked. maybe the restraints donât keep them perfectly on it, so that theyâre bounced up and down on the cock(s).
I would love to be tied down onto a breeding bench with a bone gag in my mouth. As I am tied there, I am blindfolded, and my ears are covered with a headset. As I don't know what is going on, my nipples begin to feel suction as two milking units are placed against them. I would pull back and whimper, but I would be pushed hard onto the bench or have my chest or ass slapped hard. My headset would turn on, and my master's or daddy's voice would begin to hypnotize me. Telling me how I will always be a girl and the quicker I give in, the quicker I will be treated like a good girl. I would then be fucked for as long as my master or daddy wanted. I would then be plugged up, and it would be a large plug that would continue to pump his semen inside of me, inflating my stomach and ensuring that I get pregnant.
