Creampie Unlocked! Condoms Are a Luxury for a Meat Toilet Bitch! - 12
"Ahhngh... haaah...!"
Master eased his cock into my pussy from the head, slow and deliberate, until I felt the tip press flush against my cervix. The instant it made contact he drew back a fraction, then drove in hard — a single hammer-blow that buried him to the hilt.
"Haaaannngh!!! Ahhhnnnngh!!!♥"
His cock slammed deep. The head struck my cervix and sent a heavy shock ringing through it. My pussy was already burning from the foreplay; even the slightest shift of him inside me felt magnified, several times more sensitive than usual.
"Hhhnn... nngh...!"
It was like a bell being struck. My pussy and cervix were the bell, and Master's cock was the clapper. No — more like a wooden battering ram, thick enough to tear me apart.
"Hah... fuck, this toilet bitch's cunt is soaked. You filthy slut."
"Ahhngh... hhhnn... haaahn... hah...♥"
Master started rocking his hips, slow and measured. His cock stirred through my insides, stretching me wider with every pass.
"Hah... ah... ahhngh... uugh... uugh... hah... hhh... hhhk... hahk...!♥"
The piston thrusts began slow and soon picked up speed, but I could still take it. Every time that huge, thick cock drove into me, my cunt opened a little more around it. And as he kept pounding, I started to adapt — my pussy seemed to mold itself to him, as if all that fucking had stretched me into a cock-sleeve onahole custom-fitted to Master's dick alone. With every rhythmic thrust the pain faded, and only pleasure was left.
"Hhh... you crazy bitch. You not gonna squeeze properly?"
Slap!
His palm cracked across my cheek.
"Ahhngh... hah... I... I'm shorry... Master... nngh...!♥"
I clenched down, but it was useless. Trying to squeeze a cunt already stuffed full of Master's cock was impossible — there was simply no room left.
"Ahhngh...!♥"
"I said squeeze properly."
"Ahhngh... M-Master's... it's too big... haaahn...!♥ My pussy's stretching out...!♥"
"Hah... if this thing gets any slacker, you're dead."
"Ahhngh... yesss....!♥ Nngh... nngh... hah... ugh...! nngh...!♥"
Master started thrusting again, sliding his hips in slow, deep strokes. Every time that swollen, angry cock pistoned through me, the flared head scraped along my inner walls like a hook.
Thud... thud.... thud... thud...
"Ahhnn... haaahn... uugh... uh...!♥"
His cock, packing my pussy to the brim, kept thrusting into me like mad. His fingers had felt good, but they were nothing compared to this. Every time that thick shaft churned through my insides and scraped my walls, I felt my womb sinking lower and lower.
I was already on the pill, so even if Master flooded my cunt with his white seed the odds of getting pregnant were low — but my body didn't care about odds. Instinctively, as if it wanted to take his seed and conceive, my womb dropped down to meet him and took the pounding of his cock.
Thud... thud... thud... thud...
Slap... slap... slap... slap...
"Augh... uugh... uh... oooh...! Oooohh...!!♥ Oh!!♥ Hhhnnnngh!!!♥"
The deeper and harder he slammed into me, the more my moans slid from sultry to filthy. The thrusting got faster still. Every thud of his cock made my womb ring; I couldn't keep my head straight. My eyes rolled back, and cheap, vulgar sounds spilled from my mouth without my meaning to make them.
He had been ravaging me in missionary with my legs spread in an M, driving that massive cock into me — then suddenly he grabbed both my ankles, hoisted them over his shoulders, folded me in half, and started slamming down from above.
Thud... thud... thud... thud...
Wham... wham... wham... wham...
Slap... slap... slap... slap...
"Uuuugh!!! Uh!! Uh!♥ Ngh!!♥ Uuugh... hhhk... uh... ngh.... nngh... nngh... ugh... uh....!♥"
It felt like I was being raped. The position itself was violent. Master folded my legs in half like he was closing a book, hooked them over his shoulders, and pinned me so I couldn't escape. Then he drove even deeper and hammered my cervix from above — rough, relentless, and brutal. It really did feel like being worked over with a mallet.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Screeeech! Screeeech! Screeeech! Screeeech!
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Nngh!! Uh!! Ah!! Augh!! Hhhk!! Hhk!! Uugh!! Ngh!! Nngh!!!♥"
The sex was so violent the bed itself groaned like it was about to come apart. The frame creaked and rocked. The wet slap of flesh on flesh from missionary had been replaced by the sound of something being beaten — thud after thud, like my womb was being smashed to pieces.
There was no escaping him from this position. My legs were locked over his shoulders in his grip, my waist folded in half, my hips lifted to receive his cock. No — more accurately, I was being nailed like a spike. All I could do was surrender completely: offer up my pussy and womb for Master's lust, take his cock until I felt like I was coming apart, and satisfy him. Nothing else.
"Open your mouth-pussy."
"Augh... uh... y-yes... nngh... aah... ugh... ah... aahh....♥"
I opened for him, and he gathered a thick, white wad of spit and dropped it straight into my mouth.
"Mmph... ah... ugh... mmph... mmph... mph... mmph... gulp...!♥"
Master's spit was odorless, sticky and heavy on the tongue. Even as he kept fucking me I held it in my mouth-pussy and swallowed it down. I'd taken his spit so many times now that it felt familiar.
Thud... thud... THUD!!!
"Uugh... uh... uh... haaagh!!! AAAAAHHH!!!!♥"
His cock pistoned violently, stretching my pussy, scraping my walls, battering my cervix — then, without warning, the head stabbed into my cervix like a spear. A sudden spike of pain shot through me. A scream tore out of my throat on its own. But the pain lasted only a moment before it flipped back into pleasure.
"Ahhnnngh...!!! Wh... wha...? What...? Augh... hah...!!♥ T-too sensitive... Mas...ter... hahk...!♥ Rubbing... you're rubbing it...!♥ Haaahn....!♥"
After that hard stab, Master's cock — still packing me full — pressed the head against my cervix like a kiss and started grinding. I'd never felt anything like it. I stammered in confusion, but the pleasure of him working my cervix rolled my eyes back and blanked my mind white. I couldn't get a single coherent word out. It was so sensitive I thought I'd lose my mind.
Telling him it was too sensitive didn't matter. The more I said it, the rougher he ground against me. The relentless pleasure fried my language circuits. All I could do was babble and moan like the cheapest, filthiest whore.
Press... press... press... press...
Creeeak... creeeak... creeeak... creeeak...
"Ahhngh...! Wha...! uugh...♥ Uh...!♥ Hooooh...!♥ Ooh... ooooh....!♥ Oooooh!♥"
The filthy moans only got worse. These weren't sounds I was choosing to make. They spilled out of me on their own — like a wild animal rutting in a field, or livestock being bred in a barn. I had no idea stimulating the cervix could feel this good. If Master pressed any harder with the head of his cock, I felt like he'd punch right through.
"Uugh... hhhk...! Hahk... oooh...!♥ Nngh...!♥ Master... more.... more....♥"
He stopped, as if he needed a breather. I gasped through the insane pleasure, caught my breath for a second — and what came out of my mouth was a mix of sweet coaxing and bratty whining, begging him to do it again.
Move. Please just move. I wanted him to fuck me mercilessly, roughly, to crush my womb with that swollen cock-head and torment me with it. My body was on fire. My pussy, stuffed full of him, itched for more. I was trembling.
"H-hurry... Master... your cock... your cockkk....!♥"
He had stopped thrusting and just kept looking at me. I craved his cock like a bitch in heat. I resented him for not moving his hips. Just wreck my womb. Ruin my pussy. Scrape my walls raw until my mind goes white and pump me so full I get pregnant. I was on the pill, but I'd gotten to the point where I wouldn't even mind if I ended up carrying Master's baby. I loved him. I loved the way he used me like a toilet. I wanted to become his loyal meat toilet bitch, completely and utterly.
Then I felt his cock slowly starting to pull out.
"Aahn... ahh... don't... hurry... fuck me... hah... please fuck me...♥"
I begged him not to pull out.
Slap!
"Ahhnnngh...!"
"A toilet bitch getting mouthy, huh?"
He snapped it in an angry voice as his hand cracked across my face.
"Ahn... I... I'm sorry...!"
That snapped me awake. But my body was still in heat. I'd been scolded, so I didn't dare say another word — though inside I was desperate for him to just silently start fucking me again.
Then he suddenly yanked his cock all the way out of the pussy he'd been easing free of.
"!! Haaaaahn!!!♥"
The head scraped rapidly along my walls and popped free of my lips like a cork, sending a massive jolt through me.
"Hhhhnnn... heeehhhn... haaaahn....!♥"
My whole body shuddered. My pussy screamed for his cock, the inner lips twitching and trembling.
"Hah... hhhk... hhh... hhh...!♥"
I gasped for air. It felt like the pleasure of being fucked was still lingering in every nerve.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzz....!
Something started buzzing.
"Hah... hhh.... heh....! ....!!!! Ahhhnnnngh!!!!♥"
Suddenly Master spread my clit with his fingers, pressed something against it, and unleashed a massive vibration.
"Uuuuuggghhh!!! Nnggghhk!!! Haaagh!!!♥"
He had turned on a vibe egg and started frying my clit all over again. My body was already overheated, my clit hypersensitive — and with the egg's vibration on top of that, my mind went white. I couldn't think a single thought.