I used to be allowed to use my vibrator while he fucked my ass or pussy but he decided it was better when there was no focus on my pleasure. Now I get my clit painfully clamped when he fucks me so that there's no chance of me enjoying it. It's hard to stop the tears since it's a spiked clamp. He loves it though, it makes him cum harder and that's what's more important.
Youre lying on your front, hugging a pillow. Your hips are in the lap of a large, hypnotically beautiful creature, her cock slowly thrusting into your dripping hole.
It's so thick, youre so stretched and full you cant think.
You dont know its an ovipositor.
Youve been fucking her for ages now, delirious from sex you have lost your concept of time.
You dont know what she is, but she has markings along her back and arms that glow softly, she has musical tones on her breath as she groans, and she has a thick cock with a cross on the head that you kissed deeply.
You feel her cock pulsing inside you. You are raw and sensitive and tingling all over.
She grabs your hips and pulls you closer, deeper, she drags her nails along your back. Groaning happily, sort of like a panflute, she falls into a rhythm grinding her hips against you.
You are so wet, shes fucked you so thoroughly its like youve conformed to her shape, your hole has been made into her perfect cocksleeve.
You grind on her, enjoying the extra sensation of ... uh, her cock must be thicker at the base. You decide you like that. Her hands on your hips dont let you go too far. She likes to be deep inside you.
The odd sensation, and a small alarm in your mind, dont go away. As her cock gets thicker inside of you, she groans and gasps with effort that grinding shouldnt take. Horror dawns as you finally realise its an egg.
You push onto your elbows to get up, but her hand between your shoulder blades says you cant. With strength you cant match, she clutches your thigh and drags you deeper onto her like a good bitch.
You cry out with each thrust making you take the egg a milimeter more, pushing you closer to a limit - she doesnt relent.
Even when you find the limit, when she cant make you take it any more, when it feels like shes slamming a knot that just isnt going to fit - she doesnt stop.
Oh god, you cant take it. You cant. She leans down, gravity on her side as she thrusts into you, chittering softly. You are pounded by it, you feel your slick hole giving in a bit more each time.
It feels inevitable, she thrusts and grinds it but her cock is so deep already. Its going inside of you, oh god shes going to make you take it!
Her egg SLAMS inside of you, the shock makes you scream. The stretching of your lips was the worst part, but now you are full and its different. Your breathing is ragged, the pain and weight inside you is making you dizzy.
She relaxes now, pushing it deeper inside of you with no resistance. Her ovipositor does exactly what it was always going to do, you feel the egg drop inside of you.
You whine as your hole stretches once more, another egg at your entrance.
She gives you 7. You didnt count on purpose, but they took all of your attention.
The fifth and sixth were easy for her to force inside, but you screamed with the shock every time. The widest part of the egg never got easier. Those were harder for her to deposit though, she was breathing hard and each stroke jostled the rest of her brood inside you.
The seventh is the worst. It feels like the biggest - but youve thought that for each of them.
Weary, he changes the position, and pulls you on top of her. She wont let her cock leave your bruised, aching hole. You see how the egg sits in her ovipositor for the first time, her cock swollen with it, like a threat.
You feel it pressing on your sloppy hole and sob as you weakly slide down. Shes not even thrusting, its like shes taking a break. This one you will be taking yourself. Wont you, slut.
Without her pounding, its the slowest one. You feel every ridge of that damn cock as you stretch and slip slowly slowly down.
She thrusts upwards into you, she fucks you with the egg, dragging it in and out, deeper upwards each time. You groan weakly, her strong hands holding your hips tightly. Her ethereal eyes hold your gaze fast.
You cry out as you finally take it. Her good little broodmare, taking her all eggs like that. She sit up a bit and strokes your face. You shudder with pleasure as the egg is pushed upwards, and finally it joins its bretheren.
She pulls you aside and lays you on the bed next to her. You cant believe how heavy you are. Her touch is so soft and loving now.
You cant believe how empty your hole feels as her ovipositor finally falls out.
You gingerly touch your stomach, horror tightening your throat as you realise youre going to have to push all of these back out.
I wish I had one of those chastity belts with the huge toy attachments so I could always be full I love how stupid I get with my holes filled how needy and desperate I want to be like that all the time
I want you to slip your hand in to your panties right now. If your cunt is wet, then you have reblog this so everyone knows you’re a horny wet slut right now
I'm about to say something really unhinged but imagine if like all seating in public places (benches, restaurant chairs, university classroom desks, public transportation, etc.) were divided between male and female seats and this was strictly enforced. Now imagine that every seat designated for females had some type of phallic, dildo-like object fixed on where she has to sit. The protruding objects would come in a huge variety of shapes and sizes, from 2 inches tall and 1 inch around to 10 inches long with a 4 inch girth. Some are smooth, some are ribbed, some are curved, some have bulbous heads, some have bumps, etc! And every time a female went somewhere where she would have to sit, she would have to move her skirt to the side and sit on the object, as that's the rules of polite society. ❤️
Shy girls attending uni would scramble on the first day of classes to pick their seat first to ensure they don't get stuck sitting on the 10-inch hammer for the rest of the year.
Women squirming in movie theater seats during exciting movies, or crying out during horror films in such a way that you're not sure if it was the jumpscare or something else.
A sweet looking girl on the subway trying not to cry because she was late this morning and the phallus in the only seat left was bigger than she's used to and the vibrations from the car are making it feel sooo good.
Imagine sitting across a girl on a first date in a restaurant. She arrived and sat before you did so didn't see what was in her chair and your mind is going wild imagining what kind of object is filling your date right across from you. The date goes well and as the night goes on and the flirting gets heavier you can notice her slowly rocking her hips and her breathing get uneven and you get to decide if you want to take her away from there or let her sit and stay and unravel deliciously here in front of everyone.
Imagine? ❤️
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