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Instant Rape-play

From the moment I entered the room, despite not making any eye contact with her, I could sense the apparent hate, and gratitude for the tray I just brought in. Keeping very still the whole time, it wasn’t until I stepped away from the study table did she make a move, scurrying across the room for her breakfast – the only one she would get, as instructed.

It was also part of my ‘job’, to remain beside her until she has eaten her fill, and stay there for the next fifteen minutes. No more than ten minutes later, she began to fidget unnaturally on the bed, taking a longer time that she should while fighting against her urges.

In another blink of an eye, her legs were wide open, and her fingers had started vibrating on her clit to ease the effects of the drug I was instigated to add to her meal. When the fifteen-minute wait was up, she was already wailing at me, for me, to ‘help’ her scratch that itch her two fingers obviously weren’t able to do so.

Just like everything I had done so far, I obeyed the invisible words ringing in my head and removed my shorts, doubting my own existence as I walked into her ‘welcoming’ hands.

Without any hesitation, she slid her mouth over my entire dick, and slurped and sucked on it as far down as she could reach. Although the whole thing happened in a mess, I could still sense the controlled-frenzy guiding her lips, to apply a gentle pressure as she vacuumed me mad.

Saliva began running down my shaft and balls in no time, dripping onto her thighs while one of her hands continously massaged my balls. By the five-minute mark/ beep on my watch, I was barely able to balance myself, but there wasn’t a need to anymore.

She pulled me onto the bed and made me lie on my back, thereafter ‘jumping’ on top of me to pop that veiny loin into her pussy. At that point in time, I was more concerned about my well-being, having made aware of how ready she was to do anything, to scratch that ‘itch’.

Seconds after she started riding me, my mind was already in a blank, and body in a violent state of confusion between ‘numb’, and ‘sensational’. I could see that my cock was rock solid, but there was nothing more, besides the occasional ‘wave of pleasure’ that sent chills up my spine.

After about two or three orgasms on her part, exhaustion got the better of her and I took over the sex – in doggystyle this time. Feeling a little weary of all that has happened, I just let my hips did all the work as she moaned and groaned in front of me, rubbing her own clit to attain climax after climax.

Clearly, not even five orgasms was enough to satiate whatever that has overcame her. Switching mindlessly to missionary, we just made out for the entire time I humped our groins together, driving dick as deep as vagina went.

‘Cumming.. I think I’m cumming.’

That mood could not have been less exciting except in this scenario, but seeing her delighted expression somehow made it better. She pushed me upwards and kept me in a push-up position, while she rotated into a 69 stance.

Replacing my knees on the bed, I jammed my meat down her throat as if it was her pussy, and unexpectedly grew harder as my ears picked up a different ‘tune’. A little choking noises, combined with lots more gagging sounds, completely overwhelmed my sexual appetite.

Over the next few seconds, my body just went automatic and hammered her face, shoving my cock deeply into her throat that I strangely enjoyed very much. When I felt the ‘urge’ coming, I was part-glad, that she wouldn’t be suffering for any longer, but also part-sad, that such a wondrous discovery has to end like that.

Finally, I cried out the last call and raised my hips to park the tip of my cock right behind her lips, before making the last few thrusts to trigger my balls. Since it was facing downward, gravity helped every shot to evacuate harder, spurting an obscene amount that cause some to leak out from the edges of her lips.

Tired beyond words, I took a few sips of water from her bottle – and froze. That (bottle) too, was laced with that dangerous shit. The supposed ‘end’ took a sharp twist into a ‘start’ and I was the one managing a raging hard on this time.

Flipping her over the edge of the bed into doggystyle, I proceeded to fuck her brains out, having already lost mine when I gave in to the unbearable (phantom) throbbing in my penis. Powered by the sex stone, I literally went at her like a bunny, blowing loads after loads that somehow felt like a fuel I couldn’t get enough of.

By the time I snapped out of the trance, we were in the middle of the bed with her, in a semi-crawling maneuver, and I, holding onto her waist while jerking my everlasting erection into her cum-filled pussy. There indeed, was a trail of cum behind me.

Still driven by the god-sent hard on deep inside her, I expended my entire energy reserves again, turning lust into its liquid form containing semen. Alas, when I felt the impending weakness overshadowing me, I rolled off her back and laid very still, for the darkness to overtake me.

When I woke up the next time, she was sleeping right next to me, looking as peaceful and as gorgeous as she always have been. A little nudge woke her up too, in a somewhat disgruntled mood that didn’t stop her from going down on me.

That alone, gave me enough charge to hop out of bed and get dressed, without releasing another load any where.

(She asked) ‘Will you come see me again?’

‘Yes. In a while.’

After that, I exited the room and heard her at the study table again, ingesting the very same food that contained the magic powder. Once I filled my tummy, hydrated myself, and took a relaxing shower, I returned to the room and once again, saw the deranged woman pleasuring herself, this time more solemnly with a pair of teary, helpless eyes staring straight at me.

That endless night, would be the third of her self-imposed, diet-and-exercise regime, though I was probably losing weight as fast.

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Darkest Days

By the fourth day, and the umpteenth number of cane-marks across my skin I had dutifully maintained prior to this trip, my mind was slowly breaking down to the inevitable fate of what they were going to put me through again. From the window they didn’t bother to cover, I could see miles, and miles of lush, green grasses, with tall, grand trees that dotted the fields.

I could no longer feel the chains – much. I had caused the very scars by my futile struggles to break free, and being in such a sorry state would only hinder my running, if I ever found the chance. Outside the white, intricately-carved wooden door, children’s laughter and mindless gigglings could be heard, to only bring more hopelessness to my plight.

How could I be, that close to cheerfulness and yet be so miserable? There wasn’t any way to tell which footsteps was whose, but when everything went quiet, it was only one pair that could come in any contact with me. Unlike all home-doors, the gap under this particular one was blocked, leaving my fears to be awakened by the loud, harsh bolts that were unlocked one by one, from top, to bottom.

‘How are you feeling today?’, he asked. And I knew better to give him any other answer, than ‘good’. When she sat down the metal tray of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice, my mind went blank. It was blank not from how nasty looked, or would taste, but what was in it, in all of it.

‘Eat up’, he spoke in the most casual voice, like it was all normal. But I couldn’t resist the hunger anymore, especially not after a horrendous night of gastric pain.

As soon as the last bolt was fastened, I scurried to the tray, and used the plastic spoon to scrap everything into my mouth. Parched as I was, the glass remained tipped for five seconds longer than there was any liquid left in it.

The ensueing quietness, then reminded me of the monstrosity again, of a mindless, needless numbness that lured me into bed. I wasn’t going to hurt myself by letting me fall. It would cause unnecessary bruising.

No longer than fifteen minutes later, the door opened once more, to the familiar, smiley woman who was introduced as his wife. Young, slim, petite, almost model-like. Standing behind her as she walked into my prison, he made sure that she had checked the restraints, the empty tray, and my level of mobility.

Once all was in place, he shut the door just far enough to leave a gap, and yelled for her to ‘enjoy yourself’. When she lowered the only piece of clothing I had on me, a pair of boxers, I was already up, and definitely disinterested.

There was nothing for me to do, except to imagine her to be someone else, while she stroked my dick, whispering sweet nothings to it. Although I was numb, there were still sensations down there, for some mysterious reasons. Her lips would still make me gasp, and her tongue easily overwhelmed my urge not not moan.

‘Ready dear?’, another needless question forced me to turn my head sideway, as she climbed over my groin with two fingers splitting her pussy apart. I have often wondered, if she had shaved for this particular encounter, or was it for someone else, like him?

Entering her, was like going through a XL-sized condom, though she was more ‘flexible’ that when she rubbed her clit, I could feel something. Something. That light ‘grasp’ only caused her more exhaustion as she had to keep going, on and on, emotionlessly, for about ten minutes before I showed any signs of orgasm.

It couldn’t be helped, that she finally relented, for the fourth day in a row, to swap her pussy for a handjob until I was about to cum. Only then, would she sit back on her ‘throne’, and receive my cum she so graciously failed to fuck out of me.

Still, at the end of it, she gave me a smile, and thanked me for my ‘hard’ work. Like parents leaving scraps for their children, their daughter, aged twelve, was next. Despite how girls her age would look (immature) from where I came, she had long, flowing blonde hair, figure as slim and curvy as her hourglass mother.

Sure, her waist was tiny as any underage youth would be, but that mound was impossible not to stare at.

‘Hi! Don’t mind me!’, that bright, clueless voice just beeped as if it was a good day. Without hesitation, she climbed between my feet and bent her chest over my cock, swiftly catching my twitching cock in her hand to give it a careful, gentle handjob. Faced with firm, jerking, hanging breasts, I got a little distracted, at least until her mum, and dad entered the room.

‘Remember, don’t let your teeth touch it yeah? It will be bad if there is blood’, to which she responded with assuring nods. Seconds later, she parted her lips and engulfed my cock in heat, further pleasuring me when she adjusted her mouth.

Up, and down, she went without the use of her tongue – at first. ‘Put your tongue under his cock, and watch his face’, that unexpected challenge hardly faced any resistance when I squinted my brows together, giving them sort of a constipated look. ‘Wow! You managed to get his attention! Keep going. Deeper if you can’, her mum continued spurring her little girl on with this sick task, to which she certainly passed.

About three minutes later, mummy helped her up and verbally guided her to sit over me, though she did more of a ‘squat’. Not to be too domineering, little girl was asked to spread her labia as wide as her fingers could split before lowering herself, down to the tip of my saliva-covered member.

It was almost unbelievable, when I saw her taking controlled breaths like she was giving birth, as her pussy lips widened around my girth. The doubtful frown quickly changed to a delightful grin, followed by the smooth descend down my cock.

‘Alright! Good job girl!’, it was her dad this time, to ascertain her move. As soon as she started moving her hips, the parents left, for her to flash a different, more menacing grin at me. She actually went up to my ear, and whispered, ‘I have been practising, secretly with my sister’s dildo’.

Keeping up the ‘squat’ position, she slammed her hips up and down my groin, pushing and pulling her pussy as rapidly as she could manage. Although the initial ‘tightness’ was gone, it has changed into a slippery, yet comforting ‘clench’ that was coincidentally – very effective.

However, as all ’round two’ are, it took some time, as long as fifteen minutes for her to revive any life in it, no matter if I was already in the mood or not. The second explosion, was certainly bigger, and likely more forceful, hearing how happily she shouted for her mum to ‘come look’.

Expended and deflated, I fell asleep for a short while, until another older girl, seemingly more sympathetic, showed up by my side. ‘How are you doing?’, she asked, in the first, genuinely concerned tone since I have been there. ‘Alright, I guess. How are you related to them?’, it was the only rightful question to ask, knowing that I wasn’t too far from any controversial answers.

Right at that moment, mum busted through the door, with a cane in her hand. It was a crazy few minutes as she lashed it out at the unfamiliar girl, striking across her body like she was a pest. Amidst the angry screams and continuous degrading, mum finally gave her an ultimatum.

‘Take off your panties, and fuck him. NOW!’

The speed that blonde-black haired girl tore off her clothes were unmistakable. She too, knew better than to sing the other tune. With a pussy smoother than any of them, she sat on my belly before sliding her ass backwards, accurately tucking me into her lady part, that was strangely – wet.

For the first time, she rode me in the manner that all guys fantasised about. Ass sliding along my groin, both hands on my chest, head flinging down and up, and the exasperated look of containining her otherwise wild moans. The tension I felt within her, was as natural as it could get, contracting every few seconds from particularly deep strokes.

Unlike the previous two, I took just five minutes, to cum under the on-going waves of pleasure. That ‘silent scream’ had clearly went unnoticed as mum whipped her back to keep her moving. Over the short period she rode me, I had cum, and regained another erection that was stiffer and more undying than ever.

That girl, she came too, a few times, as quietly as I had the first time (with her). Finally, after another ten or so minutes, I groaned the words mum wanted to hear. Followed by a body-shaking orgasm that unloaded my empty balls inside her.

She was allowed to climax once more, before being commanded to ‘get off him’. That thick, non-viscous cum were all scooped and tucked into her pussy before she was left alone with me. Together, we cleaned each other up, and spoke for a bit.

As it turned out, she was in my situation before, though her role was less of ‘insemination’, and more of ‘manufacturing’ – eggs for mum.

The dark-haired girl, and I, never escaped. Instead, we, together with their daughter, raised our children to be decent human beings.

.. unlike the couple I shot, and we buried in the backyard, not that their little girl ever questioned their disappearance.

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Erinlicious

Written for Erin Li, owner of IG @erinlinympho

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That Friday evening started out just like any of their date night, a little vanilla, but immensely pleasant no matter how many times they have eaten at their favourite eatery. And for as long as Erin dated Aaron, it was routine to take a long walk through the park of the private estate he lived in, back to his place for some much needed, skin-on-skin affection.

On most occasions, Aaron would be the one arriving at his doorstep with a raging erection, leaving little to imagine once they were through the doors and in his room. But on some nights, especially the ones Erin got too comfortable, she would match his ‘readiness’ with soaked panties that never failed to rekindle his lust for her.

That night, riddened with a wet, throbbing pussy, Erin pushed Aaron onto the bed as soon as the door was locked, keeping his clothes on for her to peel them off one piece at the time. Unwanting to let him ‘do’ any work, she put on a mini-show for him, executing a sloppy, and an even more comical strip-tease that made them more relaxed.

With a peck on his lips, the duo relinquished their earlier good-boy, good-girl front and let their tongues did the ‘talking’. From his face, she kissed and licked her way down his neck, across his chest, spent a little time on his nipples, and cheekily turned herself around into the 69-position.

Their years-long romance has long educated her, that he would not be too much of a distraction, as she only needed less than a few minutes to throw him off his rhythm with her mouth. Maneuvering her sly little tongue first around his little head, Aaron began moaning crazily to those swirls she was pulling off at his pee hole. Pinching her lips hard together, she worked her way down, across that little section connecting his shaft to his small head.

At that sweet spot, it couldn’t be any easier to completely subdue her favourite boy whose face was right in her pussy. Still, it was ‘his day’ she wanted things to be and Erin proceeded on to suck him off at a comfortable pace.

In time, Aaron’s ‘high’ turned bleek, and it was then Erin wanted to try something she had read about on the Internet. Sinking her mouth all the way down to the base of his cock, she paused for his gasp of pleasure, before clenching her teeth very slowly together.

‘Rin?’

At first, he could not feel anything much due to the over-stimulation, but as she bit him harder, he grew more agitated.

‘Rin? ERIN! IT’S HURTING ME!’

Ignorant to the level of pain he experienced, she released her grit and relieved him with a short stint of deep-throat blows, nibbling on him again shortly after to kickstart his senses.

The second ‘bite’, landed right over his sore spot and he called her out again, to enact a different response from the clueless Erin who thought he was finally paying more attention to her. Instead of pushing her away, Aaron wrapped his legs over her head and pushed her mouth further down his shaft, choking her until her jaws gave way.

After suffocating for a few seconds, he let go of her head and she took her mouth away, to catch her breaths as well clean the tears he had unwitting caused. Unlike the man she knew, he flew into a rage and flipped her body away, jumping onto her side and gave her a hard, sharp slap across her face.

‘WHAT THE FUCK are you doing?! IT HURTS!’

‘I’m sorry! I thought you were just..’

‘Shhh Shhh Shhh…’

By then, he already had one hand around her throat, half-choking, half-pinning her down on the bed. Another tight slap went across her other cheek, and that was the moment Erin fell silent, in tears.

Since she was lying on her back, there was nothing else to do except watch him part his thighs over her head, in the other variation of 69.

‘Open your mouth!’

Startled by his abrupt command, she opened up and let him dipped his cock into her mouth, piercing all the way down to her throat where he took the next few moments to reposition himself on top of her.

The way he raised his hips, and then released them downward into her face, resembled the missionary-style more than a mutually-rewarding 69, since he was using her mouth like her pussy.

With each thrust, he cried out to her.

‘This. Is. How. You. Should. Suck. Me. With. No. Teeth. Un. Der. Stand.?’

‘MMMM!’

Just as she was getting her mascara smeared all over her eyes, she felt sharp pain transvering through her spine. Only because that pain never subsided, was she able to trace it to her clit, which he had it clamped between his fingertips, and rolled into a pulp as a punishment on top of the inescapable face-fuck.

In that moment of helplessness, shrouded in overwhelming discomfort, head ringing from excessive pain, body convulsing from the lack of air, did her mind finally break. There was nothing else she could do, except to let her body get used to drifting in and out of consciousness. Her gag-reflex, soon disappeared in place of numbness, and her clit, began registering every break as ‘pleasure’, like an act of grace in appreciation of her sacrifice.

Once she got herself in that ‘mood’, or rather, ‘state of mind’, her pussy responded with an unexpected phenomenon – she actually, became wetter.

Suddenly, guilt overcame Aaron and he stopped, as wildly as he had started it all. On his way out (of her mouth), none of them were ready for what she did. Erin, actually held onto him, with her teeth, at that soft, fleshy area under his penis-hood.

Little needed to be said as he snapped again, shoving his groin in her face once (like one time) to free himself of her bite. Swiftly, he retracted his hips and she missed him this time, though not yet punished for re-offending.

Backing himself away from the fearsome woman, Aaron climbed to his feet while Erin sat upright, completely unprepared for the double-slap that he gave. That once-gentle, loving young man went on to lecture her, and continued to hit her each time she reached for his cock.

By the time he yanked her out of bed, a puddle had already formed under where she was lying.

‘Holy fuck! Is that why you bit me? slap HUH! YOU LIKE PAIN slap IS IT?!’

Without saying a word more, he bent her over the bed and pushed her face into the wet patch, blocking her mouth and one of her nostrils at the same time. In a single, powerful stroke, he plunged his cock deep into her waterfall of a pussy and replaced her knees on the bed. For the next few minutes, he just fucked, slapped, and pinched her butt as hard as he was aching, and possibly bleeding, down there.

Once he had enough, he pulled her back upright into his chest, and reached an arm around for her pussy. Just as she thought he was going to rub her and take some of the pain away, he surprised her further by slapping her clit, with his fingers. It was, those brief, sharp smacks by his fingers that hurt more than anything, and those beatings were exactly what made her a little tighter.

‘ARGHH! Turn around for me!’

She unhesitantly did just that and in a flash, she was on her back, lying in the same wet patch while he leaned over her supple body. Finally, in the all-time-favourite, missionary position, did she felt the first instance of any affection, no matter how short-lived they were once he began chewing on her boobs.

Bombarded with the intense pain over her B cups, multiple sore spots on her bum she was lying against, her pussy was getting juicier with each passing thrust. The occasional deprivation of air, awakening slaps on her cheeks, somehow made her more infatuated with this, new man.

It was one thing to discover her unknown fetish for submission, but it was the very sight she saw in the end, where her man pounds and hammers her until he cums, that really made it all worthwhile.

‘CUMMING!’

He skipped all that messy pull-out nonsense and came right inside her fully-functional, ovulating pussy, unprotected, unsterilised, but nevertheless satisfying to a whole new level.

‘OK.. I’m done..’

At the same time Aaron pulled out of her overworked pussy, Erin sat herself upright in the same direction and went on to clean him up, thoroughly with lots of love.

(Him) ‘Rin.. You really went crazy today..’

(Her) ‘I know.. Can I ask you something?’

(Him) ‘Yeah? What?’

(Her) ‘You once mentioned to me that you wanted to see me get.. Fucked by other men. Does that still..’

(Him) ‘Hey.. Are you sure about that?’

(Her) ‘Only if you do something for me..’

(Him) ‘Of course! What is it?’

(Her) ‘Will you tie me up, and blindfold me?’

(Him) ‘In what position?’

(Her) ‘Any. You can choose how you want me to be tied. But I want you to be the last guy to cum inside me. Can?’

(Him) ‘Wait wait.. So.. raw?’

(Her) ‘Uh huh. Or if you are uncomfortable with that, you can ask them to wear protection. I’m all yours.’

Over the short, intense discussion, Aaron unwittingly got hard again, which was all Erin could ask for as she went down on him for as long as he wanted, while he ‘made some calls’.

That fateful night, marked a new beginning for their sex life, which gradually took a darker turn as they too, became very different people who could no longer feel complete without each other.

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Cum Mine

‘Good morning fifteen.’

The metal ‘bed’, made up of three smaller ones connected by hinges, moved his strapped body from a horizontal (for sleep) to a sitting position, allowing the nurse to take his vitals.

For one, he was completely healthy, without any need to be hospitalised, nor have his tongue surgically removed. Despite his pink of health, there were four tubes stuck into him (from behind). Three of the smaller ones, ran respectively into his; gastric, arm, and bladder, while the wider one, was embedded in his anus for ‘waste-disposal’.

For one, it wasn’t just ‘sheer bad luck’ that he was admitted into this particular facility, not when his kidnappers had in-depth knowledge of his lifestyle, medical history, and a type of seclusion which helped them avoid detection. After he was dragged into a moving van, an anesthesia was administered to knock him out, so cold that by the time he came to, he was left without a tongue that barely ached.

Following the invasive puncture to retrofit him with what seemed like ‘all he needed’ to live, nothing more was demanded out of him. For the first five or so days, a person who claimed to be a psychiatrist, visited him daily, ‘preaching’ his will-to-live out of the way.

It was also day six (or so), that he finally learnt of his ‘new’ purpose in life.

‘All looks good. Have a good day fifteen.’

As she left the room, he was repositioned upright, by the hydraulics that would change its angles according to the buttons located by the door. In a thoughtless state, he just stared blankly at a concrete wall until voices were heard behind the door, momentarily interesting him at the possibility of some human contact.

(Lady said) ‘I will. Thank you.’

A blonde lady full of smiles then walked through the heavy-sounding sliding door, coming into full view when she stepped up to him. Upclose, he was able to see her flawless skin, long, golden hair, firm, athletic body, bearing the sort of aura that resembled a strong-willed, career woman.

‘Fifteen, they said you were called.’

Immediately, his mood changed as she reminded him of how voiceless he was, unconsciously showcasing her superior knowledge of what was going on there. While he was still trying to wrap his head around things, she suddenly began stripping her clothes off, in front of his very eyes. Bewildered, there was still no way he could make a noise no matter how absurd things were.

The only furniture in the room, a mobile, padded, height-adjustable table with a ‘C’ cut out its middle, didn’t garner much attention from him until she parked it right in front of him. When she in the groove of the cut-out portion and spread her legs apart, did it began to make some sense to him. When she tapped some buttons on her smart-watch, the table would raise and descend accordingly.

The lady, then brazenly held his cock in her hand and fondled it, causing an erection which contradicted his emotionless mood. Unhampered by his lack of affection, she kept teasing him until he was up and twitching, at the same height where her pussy was.

‘Ready?’

Uncaring about the change in his eyes, she moved the table nearer to let the tip of his cock touch her pussy. After swiping the watch-face for a new set of controls, she tapped on one, that sent the panel behind his bum, to thrust back and forth. The sudden penetration quickly overwhelmed his shock, plunging him into ecstacy as he fucked a stranger mechanically.

The lady, a little shaken by his size, soon took pleasure at each stroke going in and out of her juiced-up pussy, splitting involuntarily at every stab. In no time, she was moaning for her life as his cock grew thicker, being one of the traits he was ‘hired’ for.

(Lady screamed) ‘OH GOD! YOU ARE KILLING ME!’

At once, the sliding door whined opened, only to slam shut when she raised a hand into the air, signifying her ok-ness. Returning her attention to the stud, she gave him a dirty grin as worked her vaginal walls, clamping so ever slightly down on his cock to tease him further.

Without giving any warning, she clicked on a button that moved her table backward, letting his cock slip reluctantly out of her. Very swiftly, she flipped onto her chest and replaced the table, at a distance she could stuff his cock into her pussy.

Again, his hips were forced to move back and forth, making noisy, slapping sounds as he took her doggystyle. In that intense, raw, sexual moment, she stuck a hand down her legs and viciously rubbed her clit, until his cock was suffocating in a climaxing orifice.

No one, especially him, could be more helpless as he felt the impending end to the buildup of euphoria, in the form of cum that was ready to exit his body. In utter silence, and against the rigid movements of the machine he was confined to, his hips buckled as waves of hot cum sprayed into her pussy, urging her to hit the physical red button on the side of her watch.

Instantly, his ‘bed’ stopped moving to let the last bit of cum vacate his balls, into a woman he could only dream of getting in reality. Once she was done collecting his load, she moved the bed forward, and away from her donor.

(She said breathless) ‘Thank you.. fifteen.. for your contribution.’

In time, he lost all perception of a normal, wholesome life and grew attached to the provision of sexual pleasure in his hopeless state of imprisonment.

After she got dressed, she left the room and he was returned to a horizontal position. Later that day, during final checks, he was fed a burger for dinner, as a ‘tip’ from the lady for his outstanding performance.

His licit purpose, in this specialised sperm bank, was to fulfil the ‘man’ word in the first part of the company slogan;

by Man, for Woman

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White Liquid-Gold

(Cynthia whispered) ‘I’m sorry baby.. ‘

‘What for? I’m excited about this too!’

Seated naked on the carpeted floor in front of the bed, my wrists were cuffed, wide apart to both supporting legs at the foot (of the bed). Being ‘trapped’ in this position, how could I not be excited for what she had planned for me, considering how little time we could spare for such ‘staycations’ and sorts.

While my imagination ran amok under the blindfold she had placed over my eyes, it wasn’t long before her footsteps disappear into the distance. Fully aware that there wasn’t going to be anyone else in the room, I sat motionless in anticipation of what was about to happen.

Before I knew it, a kiss landed on my cheeks and a hand moved sensually up my bare thigh, into my groin where her fingers then gently wrapped itself around the shaft. Gasping in surprise, my tensed body was slowly worked to a pulp as she stroked my manhood endearingly, into a stiffness that was still short of my ‘best’.

After she took her hand away, I was nudged at my hips to sit lower, from a ‘slouch’ into lying flat on the ground. Barely a second later, a hot, wet mouth engulfed my cock and sent my mind into a fuzz, which I was unable to get out of under her ‘spell’.

Groaning and writhing helplessly, I could literally feel myself getting too big for my foreskin. I guessed, she could sense that too given how swiftly she took her mouth away, for the next step of standing over my body.

There was no way I could hold my cheeky grin in once her soft, delicate opening met the tip of my cock, splitting her impassively as wide as my girth. Before we had a chance to connect at her deepest end, she had already gone feral, bouncing, slamming, grinding me in every direction inside of her. Needless to say, in a few minutes of her crazy performance, I was at the edge of ejaculation, if not for some angles that ‘rubbed me wrongly’.

But beyond that, I was too close for comfort and made my call, only to have her nails dig into my shoulder blades as she rocked even harder, in a back-forth motion to let her vaginal walls mash my manhood in an equally-forceful manner.

In between my breathlessness and incapacity to hold anymore, I could only struggle so much before I lined her pussy with my cum, in a such an explosion that I had never felt before, from perhaps the bondage she put me in.

Like each time I came inside her, she took her time to pull herself away and stood slowly up, disappearing into the distance to supposedly clean herself. As for me, I just laid there weak and satisfied, from all that she had done to make my day.

A few minutes later, she took the blindfold off and gave me the longest, most passionate kiss I have ever had. That evening, she just paid extreme care for my well-expended penis, maintaining its semi-erected form until it was time for bed.

Little did I expect that, after her midnight-pee run, she would get frisky again, and even demanded I ‘hurt her, just a little’. Since I always slept with a blindfold, I was spared from all sights of agony, as I manhandled her into doggystyle. In less than five seconds, she was screaming to all of my six inches pounding relentlessly into her. Although she felt a little tighter, there was nothing that a good, long session of fierce, somewhat-violent sex couldn’t loosen.

Our heated copulation lasted for close to ten minutes, only switching to one other position – missionary-style, before her pussy extracted a second load out of me, no thanks to her legs that kept me deeply embedded against my uncertainty. Having worn ourselves out in the most tidy, fuss-free way, I had no more strength for any after-sex affection and promptly fell asleep while she left for the bathroom.

The next morning, we were awakened by incessant knocking on our door, which revealed two of her girl friends when we answered it. Over the breakfast they brought, the girls just engaged in their small talks, mostly describing how much their partners came inside them the previous night.

At that very moment Cynthia went to the bathroom, one of them broke the kind of morning news I didn’t know how to feel for.

(Girl 1 whispering ‘you know, Cynthia did fuck you twice last night, by letting us fuck you when you were blindfolded.’

(Girl 2 whispering ‘Doesn’t ‘she’ feel ‘different’?’

I bet, the look on my face could not have been any more comical as the girls gave Cynthia sly grins, hinting at my knowledge of their expose. At once, Cynthia broke down and confessed to her misdeed, which was their only demand to repay ‘the loan she owed them’, in my sperms they sought for pro-creating babies with my ‘good’ genes.

Much to the surprise of all three girls, I gave my commitment to fulfil the wishes of those two girls. Immediately after breakfast, the (two) girls and I began fucking at their ‘dreams’, this time in front of Cynthia whose eyes were filled with tears at my selflessness.

At times when the girls didn’t feel like having sex, it would be Cynthia’s job to bring me near climax, before I would stick it up one of them and ejaculate. While it may sound ‘erotic’ at first, it wouldn’t me take long before I felt like a cum-tank, who is only good for his DNA.

Who could have known, that it would take me twelve, whole months to finally close Cynthia’s tab.

Talk about a baby mill.