let’s hear it for junk in the trunk

My brother was so excited when weed was legalized in our state; he went out and bought a bag of weed chocolates and invited me over to try them out with him. I didn’t have anything going on that night, so I went– I’d never gotten stoned before. I figured it would be a new experience. When I got there, he was just hanging around in a white T and gym shorts; a comfortable bachelor in his apartment, meeting his little sister with all the casual energy I expected. I hadn’t dressed up, either– just the blue sundress I’d already been wearing when he invited me over. 

It took less than an hour for us to hit our buzz. We were sitting on the couch, sharing a bag of Cheetos, laughing about the dumbest things. I don’t remember the whole conversation, but I remember there was a point when I leaned on him, he put an arm over my shoulder, and his hand landed on my breast. I just laughed, he laughed, but I didn’t make him move, and he didn’t pull away. We kept talking, and his hand just stayed there on my breast.

I was acutely aware of his hand. The fact that it was summer and this dress was made to be worn without a bra, that my nipple was stiffening under the finger sitting on top of it. I didn’t say anything, and the longer I didn’t say anything, the more I thought about it. 

Then his finger moved, and the tip of it began to circle around my stiff nipple, and I felt it perk up even more. It tingled, and I felt that tingling inside my pussy as well. My brother was playing with my nipple, all while we sat on his couch, talking about random shit. 

And I liked it. I felt his fingertip rub over the fabric of my dress, and it made me crave more attention. 

“Hey, sis?” 

I blinked. I realized I had stopped talking. I’d been distracted by the sensation, and the warmth that spread through my body as I looked up at him. 

“Your hand is…” I actually giggled, I giggled, I couldn’t stop giggling– “Oh jeez, bro, you gotta stop that…” 

“Why?” He asked me. He didn’t stop. His hand shifted a little, caressing my breast before squeezing me through my dress. “It’s soft, I like it.” 

His squeeze made me gasp aloud, and I felt my face warm up. 

“Sis, can I suck your nipples?”

“What?” I shook my head at him. I felt like I should have been shocked by the suggestion, but instead I felt hot. I felt my pussy throbbing, and I realized I was wet as hell. When did that happen? I shifted my hips on the couch, pressing my thighs together and staring at him. 

Had my big brother always been this cute? 

“I wanna suck on your nipples.” He said again, staring me in the eye. His lips didn’t close. He was breathing harder than before. “Can I?” 

I felt saliva pooling in my mouth. Staring at him, I found myself looking at his lips, and in my head I imagined his lips ravenously consuming my breast, and the thought made me whimper. 

“Why do you want to?” I asked slowly and with a clumsy tongue, soundly dopey. 

“Because you’re hoooot.” He whined, squeezing me again. “And you’re my sisteeeer, so I’m not supposed to say that, but…” He bit his lower lip, looking at me. “When we were kids, I remember your first bikini, and all I wanted was to steal your swimsuit and suck your cute little tits… fuck you were only fourteen, and I had dreams about it, and those dreams made me so hard.” 

“Fuck that was years ago.” I laughed, thinking back. I remembered that bikini. “The blue one? With the rhinestones?” 

“Yes! That one.” He agreed, and I saw his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “I wanted to hold you on my lap and… oh god fuck I’m so hard right now this isn’t faaaaaair.” He started laughing again, his head hanging back off of the couch we were laying on. For the first time, I looked down to realize his gym shorts had pitched a tent, a prominent erection pressing outwards and twitching. 

Was I supposed to be scared? Shocked? Afraid? I didn’t know. Instead, I wanted what he described. My stoned brain imagined the sensations his attention would give, and I wanted him to do everything he said he’d wished for. I stared at that thick shape of his cock, and I wanted to sit on his lap and grind my pussy against it. 

Can’t do that. He’s your brother. Don’t do that. 

“Not fair?” I challenged him. “You’re teasing my nipple and you say not fair?” 

“Mmmmhm.” He hummed, but it sounded more like a soft groan. “Because you’re the hottest girl I’ve never gotten to fuck, and the only reason I’ve never tried is because you’re my fucking sister and if I stick my dick in my sister I’d be a fucking monster, but I wanna feel your pussy sis… but that’s mess up, so… c-can I just…?” 

“W-Wait- okay just wait– don’t talk like that, I’m getting wet.” 

“Really?” He leaned in closer to me, nearly nose-to-nose. His voice was quieter, an intense whisper. “Is my sweet little sister a horny stoner?” He grinned. “Oh god, shit, no, fuck… we can’t do this– I wanna lick your pussy while you’re high, I wanna make you scream, but if you get close I’m gonna wanna feel you cum on my cock.” 

“Stop it!” I whispered back, but I didn’t push him away. I felt his hand squeeze me again, rougher, pressing down on my breast, inwards towards my ribs, like he were massaging my chest. “Ooooh… damnit, don’t seduce me!” 

“But you’re so sexy when you blush!” He grinned, cracking up again. His head dipped forward, and our noses bumped. My lips nearly automatically formed as if he were going to kiss me, ready to receive him. So close, I smelled him, and realized he smelled good to me. Great, even, I wanted him to kiss me. Our foreheads leaned together, and he asked me; “How wet are you, sis?” 

“You can’t ask that!” I hissed at him.

“Why not? You can see how hard I am. You can see me throbbing.” 

My eyes flicked to the side, away from his face, back to the impressive shape pressing out of his shorts. 

“You know I gotta be aching… but I don’t know how bad you’ve got it… I wanna touch your pretty pussy, I wanna know how slick you got.” As he said it, his other hand landed on my leg, just below the hem of my dress, sliding up along my thigh. 

I moaned. His palm felt so warm, unfairly so– my legs drifted apart, and he stared me in the eyes as his fingers found my panties and, without hesitation, snuck his index finger past them to find the lips of my pussy and brush them apart.

“Ho-ly– fuck sis, you’re a fuckin’ slip ‘n slide– fuck-fuck-fuck I wanna…” 

I knew what he was going to say. I wanted it, too. My whole body was screaming for it… but he was my brother, I couldn’t, we couldn’t–

His finger was still between my pussy lips, brushing upwards towards my burning clit. He found it so quickly, and feeling his fingertip made me shudder and whimper. 

“Ooo, sensitive little clit…” 

He didn’t stop. His finger began to make circles, much like his other hand had drawn circles around my nipple with one fingertip. I wanted to be quiet, I didn’t want to give him signs that I was enjoying this, I didn’t want to give him a reason to keep going, but–

“Oooh… oh god… that’s… aah…” 

“Yeah?” He bumped his nose against mine again, watching as my eyes hooded. “Sis… sis, I have an idea.” 

“D-don’t ask me to– oh fuck– nnnnn~ aah… t-talk when you’re… teasing me.” 

“I wanna feel you, sis. I wanna bury my cock in your hot little cunt, c’mere…” He had pulled his hand away from my pussy, and he was tugging on me instead. Before I knew it, I was straddled over his lap, up on my knees with his body below me. I looked down, and his shorts were gone– he’d let go of me to yank them down, and his– oh fuck that was his dick, and he was thick, and desperately hard. His flesh had flushed dark red, and I could see him twitch up towards my body. 

“What are you– bro what are you doing?” 

“I’m gonna sit you down on my dick, and then I’m gonna suck your fuckin’ tits, and then I’m gonna rub your clit until I get to feel you cum with your tight little cunt wrapped around me.” He was panting, huffing almost as he reached up my skirt. The bunched up fabric blocked my view, but I felt him move my panties to one side. 

“W-wait, wait, we can’t, you’re my fucking brother you can’t just a-aaaaa– mmmmmm–!” 

I felt my big brother sink into my body, his hand taking hold of my hip and bringing me down onto him. I felt the head of his dick first, pressing against my clit, pulling away, and then pressing in against my tight little entrance. I was so slick that he slid right in, and his thick shaft felt perfect in-between my tight walls, my thighs shaking as pleasure coursed up my spine and left me unable to do anything but drop my jaw and cry out.

My brother’s cock felt so fucking good, I pressed my hips the rest of the way down myself. I couldn’t help myself, my legs squeezing tight to hang onto him like a rider held onto a bucking bronco, pressing my lips together to shut the fuck up, stop encouraging him, this was so wrong, so fucking wrong–

I looked down, and he was staring up at me. His face was flushed, and he was panting. 

“Fuckin– fuckin’ tight, so fucking tight…” He murmured, both hands now holding my hips as his eyes screwed shut. “Best pussy– goddamnit my sister has the best fuckin’ pussy… I shoulda fucked you in your sleep when we were teenagers, I coulda been feeling this– oh shit, shit, shit–” 

“You shoulda what?” I panted over him, grabbing his face and making him look at me. “S-shoula.. what?” 

“I snuck into your room!” He confessed. “I wanted… shit, I saw this porn where this guy fucked his girl in her sleep, and she woke up as she orgasmed, and I imagined it so many times… b-but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t rape my sister.” 

I felt him throb inside me. He twitched, and I realized he’d kept himself tightly inside me, neither of us moving. I didn’t want to– he felt perfect just like this, deep inside my body, throbbing occasionally, twitching and swearing underneath me as he confessed all his dirty thoughts. 

I let go of his head. He gripped my hips tighter, refusing to let me go, but I wasn’t trying to leave. I reached towards the top of my dress, instead, and pulled it down until my breasts were exposed. 

I reached out to him, my hands slipping around his neck, and pulling him to sit up more on the couch. His cock shifted inside my body, and I moaned as he sat up enough to wrap his lips around one of my nipples. The heat of his mouth made me moan, and he rolled his tongue over the sensitive pink nub. I felt like I should have cum by now– my body felt so good, tingling all over, and my hips jerked forwards. 

“A-ah– d-don’t move– sis don’t move–” He pleaded against my chest, lips breaking away to kiss his way across my sternum to the other breast. “I-if you move, I’m gonna cum– I gotta… I gotta make you cum first.” 

“Why?” I asked breathlessly, one of his hands releasing from my hip to disappear beneath my skirt again. It was draped over where our bodies met, hiding the fact that he was balls deep in his little sister. “I-I won’t be mad…” 

“I gotta make you love it, so you’ll want it again.” He laughed a little, kissing and flicking his tongue over her other nipple now. “Fuck I wanna live in your pussy, sis…” 

“Y-you can’t– oh shit—” 

His other hand had found my clit again, his thumb pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerve endings. A shock went through my body, sitting up straight and squeezing my legs tighter around him. 

“F-fuck- that–” 

“Yeah?” he grinned up at me, closing his lips around my nipple and sucking it as he refused to stop. His thumb pressed up under my clit first, pushing the fleshy hood that protected it back before massaging in circles, the extreme slick of my pussy making it easy for the pad of his thumb to slide over me and send waves of perfection up through my body. 

I felt myself clench. 

“Oh-oh— go-nna– g-gonna —!!” 

“Y-yeah- oh shit- that’s right, cum all over big brother’s cock, sis…” 

My back arched as I reached my limit, and I felt it as my pussy squeezed and spammed around his thick dick inside me. I needed more, but he wouldn’t let my hips rock more than a few twitches forward and back. The hand that was still on my hip held me tight, keeping me still as I squeezed and milked his dick with my pussy, muscles clenching in waves as I squalled and moaned for my big brother. 

My skirt was flipped up as he grabbed onto my other hip with the hand that had been rubbing me, his hips suddenly jerking upwards. I yelped, reaching for the back of the couch to dig my fingers in as my big brother began to bounce me on his lap, and his cock began to slide in and out of me. Fucking me, he was fucking pounding my pussy and I loved every second of it. 

I felt him swell inside my body. I felt him throb. I knew he was about to come, about to fill up my pussy with his hot thick jizz. 

He pushed me– back from him, down his thighs to sit back nearly on his knees. His cock popped free from my body, just barely in time for him to cum… all over my dress. A white sticky spray of cum covered my pretty blue sundress as the pair of his panted and shook, looking at each other in the quiet moments after. 

“I… I got a washing machine…” He mumbled to me, somewhat lamely. “I didn’t mean to… shit, if you take that off… you don’t have a bra… I…” 

I put my finger on his lips, hushing him. 

–

She had been wandering around the mall with her older brother, window shopping more than anything, when the smell hit her. Not the smell she’d grown used to with her big brother, but a new smell. A smell she needed to find the source of.

The feel of a cockhead diddling her clit drew her back to the present, to the man about to fuck her, breed her. She wanted to squirm at the sensation, but the man had her spread legs pinned while her brother had her arms in his grasp, all she could do was tremble. Around them was a crowd of people, and she would be nervous to be watched so, but all that mattered was that cock.

He rubbed his cock head against her again, a broken sound leaving her. A smug smile broke across his face. “Beg.”

“Please,” he didn’t need to ask twice. “Fuck me, breed me.”

He didn’t speak, instead pushing in slowly. That fat head finally breaching her lips. Orgasm gripped her, her body primed and ready for this. He keep sliding deeper, her channel clinging to that wonderful fat shaft. When she’d first smelled this man she’d been worried he wouldn’t live up to her brother’s cock; he’d been her only breeder before now and it was hard not to wonder. But this man was just right, as perfect as she could want.

She felt her cervix open for him, eager to receive him. He stopped just before reaching it however, pulling out just as slow as he’d pushed in. When only his head remained he pushed back in, only to do it over and over again.

“Please,” she wailed. “Fuck me. I need that knot, need to be bred.” So badly. Her brother’s fingers stroked her wrist as he made a soothing sound. It didn’t calm her as much as she wanted it too.

The stranger chuckled and pulled out completely. Before she could open her mouth to beg again he trust in, this time going all the way and she screamed as orgasm ripped through her again. Her cervix and channel squeezing him in counter rhythm, already trying to draw his seed out. “Fuck that feels good.”

Her brother laughed softly as the man began to thrust in earnest, his knot beginning to form and God she needed it. If she weren’t being held down she’d wrap herself around him, use her legs to pull him deeper, but all she could do was let it happen. Let him breed her.

He moved faster and faster, pounding her good. “Gonna breed you right up,” he grunted. Her womb suckled him, greedy for seed.

“Hope so,” her brother spoke. “High time she got some daughters. Love our sons, but they need baby sister too.” She clenched around the stranger the idea too wonderful.

The man grinned as his knot grew and grew, pushing at all the right places, his thrusts shallower but no less powerful. “Lucky you breeding daughters is a specialty of mine.”

“Please,” she begged. “Give me baby girls.” She needed it as much as she needed his seed. Wanted to see her sons hopefully scent her daughters. She and her brother teaching all of them how to be good breeders. Her cervix clenched tight at the thought. “Need it,” she whined, “need it bad.”

The stranger snarled, she felt his fingers slide down to her abdomen and push down, pressing all those nerves into his knot as his knot pressed back. Seeming to grow bigger as he did it. Her world went white and when she floated back down he was pulsing in her, her womb twitching with each thick rope of cum he ejected. “Oooo,” she cooed. “Yes.”

As if to remind her he was there her brother grasped her hands and pulled them towards his own growing cock, the smell of him making her even wetter. “Gonna have you when he’s done,” he grunted. She mewled at the thought. “Breed some boys with those girls.”

Even the stranger seemed to like that idea, cock pulsing even more. She could only lay there limply, her cervix and his knot still locking them together. Most of the crowd had dissipated, but a few remained, seemingly eager to see it all through to the end.

What the boy doesn’t know is that the slime consumes semen and grows each time it is fed. The more he feeds it, the more he has to feed it. As the urges start building up again, even quicker this time, he calls up another friend and gets pounded into for hours… but it isn’t enough. Because this friend kept a condom on, and the parasite would not settle down until it is fed. The boy is confused and terrified but desperate enough to rip the condoms out of his partners’ hands before sinking down on them with a wild hunger in his eyes. His body was changing, and he needed more and more cum as deep as possible to make the need quiet down.

The slime makes him an excellent fuck, of course. His insides are hot and wet and molded itself into the shape of whatever cock was pounding him now. It clung to every bump and ridge and milked those cocks for what they were worth. Some of the men he fed off him could’ve sworn there were some smaller appendages massaging them while they thrusted inside him. It made him all the more irresistible to them, and that suited him just fine, because he could keep the need at bay one hard fuck at a time.

Of course, the slime grew bigger and bigger, coating his insides entirely. One threesome had a cock dripping with trace amounts of the slime entering his mouth right after, and since then, his throat would tighten up painfully until he swallowed a nice mouthful of cum.

Then two mouthfuls. Then four. He used to be satisfied with just one load in his ass, but now even a gang bang at the back of a bar wasn’t enough. His stomach swelled with the sheer amount of cum and growing slime, and his throat was so thoroughly flooded that he couldn’t even swallow or speak anymore. He was soaking in hot semen, painted with the stuff inside and out, but even then it was no longer enough. He crawled right back out into the main bar area, nude but barely visible under all the cum spilled onto his skin, and moaned helplessly until someone hauled his hips onto their cock again.

They laughed at the cum slut he had become, dipped his old work badge in whipped cream and sneered when he licked it off, thinking it was more cum. They promised to give him more if he worshipped them, praised them, said utterly humiliating things. He did whatever he was told, barely aware of how lewd his body had become. He called them Master and begged for their cocks to fill up his naughty hole and whatever else they told him to say. He didn’t even care when they started recording his desperation.

He didn’t know that he had started a minor epidemic, with the slime transferring from his one night stands to whoever those people fucked next. Eventually, he was collected by health services, but there wasn’t much they could do for him. The slime had grown completely through him from one end to the other. They tried to pump out some of that teeming mass in his now huge stomach, but it clung to him until he screamed at the tearing feeling. His insides were hot again, he needed cum. He pat his rounded belly and opened his legs, where the built-up slime already slicked him up. This whole wing of the medical building was filled with victims in similar states of mindless lust, writhing in their restraints and crying for cock. If they didn’t get some cum soon, their bodies would soon overheat, while the slime sucked out all the moisture in order to produce more slick. Cum was essential now to keep them and the enormous bulge in their bellies alive.

Until the researchers could find some way to eradicate the parasite, there was nothing to do except hook each victim up to a semen pump. One nozzle in the ass, one in the mouth. Dumping gallons’ worth of cum into them with mechanical thrusts. Just rooms full of soft, impossibly filled bodies, moaning and getting pumped rounder every day.

Bonus:

by amanintheisland

Cover for Royal Meeting 2.

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I take a deep breath as I leave the house. My dress is midnight blue, so that I don't draw attention. It's very late. So late, in fact, that I expect to be alone on the streets with the drunkards and beggars, but they're mostly at the outskirts of the city.

I'm headed to the throne square.

The throne festival ended last week, nobody could take the cock. A lot of people try every year, because whoever can take the cock will be the new ruler of this kingdom.

The last king died decades ago. None of his childre, neither sons nor daughters could sit on the thrones cock. We're without leader, without King or Queen.

My father forbid me from joining the masses trying to pleasure the throne-cock. He said no matter the reward, I couldn't be seen half naked, trying to fuck myseld on a cock that's too big for me anyways. I know why: he wants me to marry a nobleman like himself. Someone with lots of estates and money.

He can't stop me now. I've been waiting for this opportunity since I've been old enough to join the festival: he is on a business trip, trying to sort out some kind of trouble with his beloved vineyard in the south and he'll be gone for a few days.

My maid tried to take the cock herself but failed. She told me to have fun. But still, I'm nervous. Everyone is allowed to try sitting on the throne at any given time, the festival is just a tradition to try and lure in people from cities and towns that are further away.

Should I fail to sit on it, I want to make sure nobody sees me. So here I am, wearing a dark dress, sneaking around but I was right before: nobody is out at this time of the night. My only companions are the streetlights and the warm night air.

I'm near the throne now. The square is beautiful, decorated with flowers and banners and cloths. A warm breeze moves the big white curtains hanging above the square. A big canopy is sheltering the throne from the weather and torches are casting soft light onto the throne. I've seen it numerous times before.

The cock is half-hard now, sprouting from the seat. It's dark, obsidian and shimmering. There's nothing like it, it's beautiful. It looks every bit the magical thing it is in the soft light.

I take a deep breath when I reach it. The torches are flickering behind me, casting shadows.

I gasp when I touch the cock. It's warm, the texture is soft. I give it some experimental pumps with my hand and decide that I could need some time to get used to the idea of this big rod inside one of my holes, so I start by teasing the tip with my thumb. I can feel it twitching, but I know that this doesn't mean anything.

It's been twitching before, but nobody has ever gotten it to cum after the last true King and nobody has sat on it either since then.

I kneel down before the throne after making sure I really am alone on the square and lick the cock from where it sprouts from the seat to it's dark tip. It tastes like a shooting star: otherwordly. It's not unpleasant, so I take the tip into my mouth and start to swirl my tongue around it. I feel myself getting wet.

The cock get's harder and I start pumping the shaft with my free hands while my mouth works the tip. I try to take more of it down my throat, but I don't have a lot of practice with this kind of act. I'm not married, after all. And with a bit of luck I will never marry, either.

If I can really pull it off, if I can sit on it, I will never have to marry someone my father picks for me. I'll be the Queen. He laughed into my face when I told him that I wanted to try and said there's never been a woman on that throne. I mustn't try to do it, to avoid sullying his reputation and mine, so he can marry me off to some nobleman.

I'm practically dripping now, while worshipping the throne-cock with my mouth like this. It's rock hard and twitching, my arousal soaks my silk underwear. I want to touch myself like I've done so many times when I was alone, thinking of this moment but I decide against it.

Instead I stop sucking this glorious dick to get up.

This is the moment. I take a good look at the cock, proudly erect. I think I can even see pre-cum running down the tip and have to surpress a tiny moan. I'm sure that I can take it, it looks so good.

I turn around, hitch my dress up and push my panties to the side. I close my eyes and imagine my kingdom. I imagine myself as Queen and lower myself until I can feel the tip of the cock at my entrance. The hand that doesn't hold my dress up grabs under me to guide the cock through my slit a few times, coating it with my wetness.

And then I guide it to my opening. I mewl when the thick head psuhes into me, but I never stop my descend down onto it. The girth is stretching my hole and I make little fucking motions, going deeper every time I push down until - suddenly - it bottoms out inside of me.

I did it. I did it!

I'm seated on the throne, cock all the way inside me and it feels amazing. It's thick and long and it's mine.

The cock starts to move on it's own now and there is no doubt: It's accepted me as the new Queen. It's never done anything like it before.

I try to surpress my moans, but the cock is so deep inside me, fucking up into me in short, hard strokes and soon I'm moaning and mewling loudly.

The first people are starting to wake up, looking through their windows. I see more and more windows alight with candles, people are trying to see what's happening.

I'm jostles with the hard fucking I receive, "uh uh uh". I can feel an orgasm approaching, gripping the armrest. When it crashes over me, I cry myself hoarse, eyes closing at the intense sensations inside me.

I also feel the cock releasing a load of cum into my cunt. Hot, thick spurts of it shoot into me, prolonging my own orgasm until I feel like I might black out.

Maybe I actually lost consciousness for a few moments, because when I open my eyes again, the square is full of people. They're all looking at me.

One man of the nightwatch approaches me and lifts my dress. There I am, for all to see: panties pushed aside, cock inside me sitting on the throne. I know that the cum is overflowing, dripping onto the seat. The guard rips the fabric of my dress so my pussy stays exposed to the people and then, as if on command -

the crowd erupts into cheers.

Right, I remember, I am their Queen now.

I stay seated on the throne, cock inside me, for the whole night. More and more people gather on the square and the surrounding streets to celebrate. It's as if the throne knows this, it keeps fucking me, filling me with cum so everyone can see it. As if to make sure everyone knows that I am the Queen.

I've never felt such ecstasy, I'm high from one orgasm after another and the endless cheers of people. Soon, musicians join the people on the square.

The festives last three whole days. The coronation happens before my father comes back from his trip. He joins us right as I lower myself back down onto the cock, after I receive the crown and the sceptre. He tries to get to me, but my guards hold him back.

I am the Queen. And the cock releases another load into my cunt.

“That’s okay baby. Come here. Good girl. Tell Daddy why you can’t sleep” daddy said, pulling me into his lap.

“I’m too shy to tell you” I said quietly. Daddy had his hands on my hips and I could feel something hard against my pussy as he shifted my body around, trying to get comfortable.

“Does it have something to do with your wet panties?” Daddy’s hand rubbed my panties making me moan softly “you can tell Daddy, it’s okay baby. If your panties are wet and it’s making it hard to sleep, we can take your panties off. Now stand up and I’ll help you pull them down”

I stood up, directly over Daddy’s body, his face near my panties. Daddy reached up and pulled my panties down, slowly. I stepped out of my panties.

“I can see that your little pussy is still very wet baby” daddy said, staring at the tingly spot between my legs. “You poor baby. Daddy will kiss you better” he pulled me towards him and I braced myself against his headboard. Daddy was gentle as first. Kissing my pussy, making it more tingly. I moaned “daddy” as he started licking me.

“Good girl rub your little pussy on Daddy’s face. Show me how much you want it you little slut”. Daddy’s tongue pushed against my clit as he started sliding his finger inside me. I heard daddy pull his boxers down as he grabbed the hard thing between his legs. He licked my pussy as he stroked himself.

Moaning and rubbing my pussy against Daddy’s tongue made me feel so good. Daddy pulled me down on to the bed and spread my legs wide “look what you did to Daddy baby” he kneeled over me stroking his huge cock “Daddy needs to fuck you” he rubbed the head of his fat cock against my wet pussy and pushed in slowly. He leaned forward, taking my nipple in his mouth making me cry out as he pushed further inside of me

“Oh fuck baby. Ohhh your pussy is so tight. Daddy needs you baby. I need your body.” Daddy pressed harder against me as he sucked on my tits. I lifted up my hips to meet his as he thrust into me

“Good girl. Fuck me. Fuck your Daddy. Make Daddy cum” he growled at me

He fucked me harder and harder. His hand moved up my back, to the base of my neck, grabbing my hair and pulling tight, making me cry out. “Cum for me baby.” He took my nipple in his mouth again, licking and sucking as he grinded against my clit. I couldn’t hold back as he fucked me, I pushed my clit against him with each thrust. Daddy reached down and pressed his hand against my clit as his slammed into my pussy. Daddy’s hand and dick felt so good “daddy oh daddy what is that?”

“It’s okay baby let it happen. Cum for daddy” he said as my Pussy exploded on his cock.

“You little slut. Look at you. You love getting fucked by me. Don’t you?” He fucked me harder and harder, his breath heavy on my neck. “You make Daddy’s dick feel so good. You’re gonna make Daddy cum” he slammed into me, the pressure building as he pulled my hair “daddy’s gonna cum baby. Good girl make daddy cum.”

Just once you wanted to try it. To be submissive. You begged me tie you up and use you for a night. But I did more than use you. I ruined you. I pounded your holes until you forgot what day it was. I fucked you until you regretted your decision to submit.

I fucked you until you hated yourself. Because deep down, all the abuse made you wet. You lost track of how many times you came on my cock as I brutally rammed it into you. You realized that you loved it all. You loved being verbally degraded. You loved being completely at the mercy of a man.

It arrives to see me on my knees with my face pressed into my mattress, three fingers stretching open my ass as I moan my pleasure.

I’m startled by the feeling of it’s clawed hands on my ass and pull my fingers out only to feel the blunt head of its cock pressing at my opening. My head is spinning at the heat of the thing pressing into me and the feeling of its claws digging into my ass and I barely get it together to protest when it pushes itself through the tight ring of muscle and only stops when it’s halfway hilted. Even only halfway in it’s still the biggest thing I’ve ever taken in my ass and I can’t help but moan into my pillow at the sensation.

Good toy.

The demon speaks and its other worldly voice ripples over me, feeling simultaneously like it’s coming from a creature far more massive than the one currently impaling me on its cock and also very much like a tender whisper said directly in my ear. I shiver at the praise and the demon jerks its hips to push deeper into my ass. The stretch is immense and I can’t do anything but moan at the feeling. Unfortunately or fortunately my sounds seem to egg it on and soon it’s hilted fully in my ass. It’s cock is bigger than anything I’ve ever taken before and it grinds itself deep inside me awakening nerves which had never been touched before.

It drags its claws down my back leaving trails of bright pain across my skin and I moan and shiver the slight wiggling of my hips only serving to make me clench down on the demons cock. It’s deep groan tells me that it likes how I feel. It used one clawed hand to grab the back of my neck and hold me down into the mattress, the other it used to grip tightly into my hip as it starts thrusting unceremoniously. Long deep strokes that have it nearly pulling out before slamming all the way back in. I moan and keen at the sensation, unable to form words to describe the combination of helplessness and undiluted pleasure I am feeling.

The demon praises me as it fucks me, telling me how good I feel for it and how glad it is it picked my hole to use. All I can do is lay there and take it, too overwhelmed by pleasure to do much of anything. Tears leak out of my eyes as I am overwhelmed by the relentless pounding of the creature. It never slows its pace until it cums pressing its hips flush to my body and emptying as deep inside me as it can. Its seed is hot and thick as it fills me.

When it pulls out of me with a wet pop I can feel myself gape slightly. I collapse forward my knees giving out leaving me lying flat on my stomach, sore and full of demon cum. It pets the back of my head before it leaves saying it will be back again.

When i wake up the next morning i think initially it was a dream until I feel the thick cum dribbling out of my still slightly gaping ass.

The research was hard. Test after test had to be done. How do they react to water? To acid? Do they eat? Are they fit to communicate? Can they be conditioned? Do they have any special abilities?

And all the while she had to look at their unsettling faces, bodies. They were so human-like, but more primitive. Deformed faces on strong bodies, muscular. It was unsettling and she didn't doubt the Uncanny Valley one second.

These life forms were astonishing, so close to humankind yet so far away.

They'd done all the standard tests on Subject 87. They've been here for quite some time. They didn't react negatively to water or any other substance she and her colleagues have given them, but they'd been hostile towards each and every person setting a foot into the enclosure.

It was now time to test the interesting things.

It was almost too easy to find willing participants for the tests. Young college students were always searching for a way to make easy money. Take part in a survey? Sure! Double the pay if they come in for further tests. All anonymous, of course. Were they willing to jot down their sexual preferences? No problem. Would they be willing to test a new kind of... sexual stimulation? Not all of them. Most laughed somewhat uneasily and left with their pay. But some stayed.

The girl in front of her was beautiful - and oh, so naive.

"Please, go through that door, strip your clothes and enter the next room."

"Nothing will be recorded?", asked the girl.

"Of course not! We value your privacy. No one will know what happens in that room and you will be asked to fil out another survey afterwards and - that's it!" Those were all lies. Not only will the girl be recorded, a whole group of scientists would watch from a one-way mirror.

"And I'm going to test some new sex toy?"

"Exactly! The room will have a comfortable bed and you will be provided lube and the toy. You can take as much time as you want to test it. Afterwads, we are interested in your experience, if you liked it, what you think could be advanced, etc."

"Alright", said the girl. She entered the changing area, where she would take off all of her clothes before entering the test area.

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I'm nervous about this, but I really need the money. And testing a new sex toy sounds like fun, right? I use them in private all the time. They won't record what I'm doing or anything, anyways.

And I really need the money.

The instructor said to strip completely and enter the room, but I leave my panties and my shirt on. No bra, though. I just feel uncomfortabe going into a room I've never seen before completely naked. What if there was an error and there's someone in there?

I'm kinda wet already. What kind of toy will it be? A vibrator? Or maybe even one of those machines that fuck you... I always wanted to try one of those.

My juices already start to drip out of my cunt, soaking my panties.

I enter the room, the door shuts behind me with a distinct click. I look around, the room is sparsely furnished. A bed sits in the middle. I can see different bottles of lube on a nearby table... but I don't see any sex toys. I walk over to the bed and search for it, but there is none. How am I supposed to test it, if it isn't here?

I decide to just go back, put the rest of my clothes back on and ask about it, maybe it's an error and they forgot to put the toy into the room. But when I reach the door, it's locked.

I try not to panic when a second door opens. I didn't notice it before. I can't see what's inside, it's too dark. But whatever it is, it grumbles. I hear heavy footsteps coming closer.

My breath quickens when a tentacle-like appendix slitheres out of the opening. It looks shiny, slippery. I press my back against the door, ass against the cold surface. My nipples are tight because the air in the room is cool, they're very visible through the shirt I'm still wearing.

I feel like an idiot, the arousal from before soaking my panties, almost naked, vulnerable, while I'm trembling with fear. The tentacle reaches me and when I try to kick it, it catches my leg easily, making me fall and yelp.

It slides up my body, brushes my pussy through the panties on the way before wrapping snugly around my midsection. The tentacle lifts me up and presses me firmly aganst the giant mirror that almost covers the entirety of one wall.

"Help!", I cry, but I already know no one is going to come. This isn't some fun test of a new kind of sex toy. This is something else.

The heavy footseps come closer and I start begging, "please, don't hurt me. Please", but the thing doesn't seem to understand me.

My breath stutteres when I catch a climpse of it in the mirror. Huge and built like a human but with a flat face and no nose; eerily round eyes look right into mine before a huge hand reaches out, grabs the front of my shirt as the tentacle holds me in place and pulls the shirt over my face, blocking my vision. I can't see it like this, but it's still there, pressing close to my backside.

My now bare tits press against the cold mirror, flattening. It's a stark contrast to the unnatural heat this creature is emiting.

"Stop", I whine, but to no avail. The creature pulls at my shirt so that my back overbends and a large hand can palm my tit, tweaking the nipple, flicking over it.

I whine again, ashamed that I can feel myself getting wet again. I'm sure that I'm still slippery anyways, but that doesn't stop the creature from playing with both of my breasts.

I know what's next when the shirt is released and my tits press flat against the mirror again. I still can't see, but I can feel a rock-hard cock brushing my slit through my panties.

A large hand pushes the panties aside, leaving my pussy uncovered and ready. I'm sure it's clistening, my juices start to run down my legs immediately.

The cock is pushed closer, slides through my slit, up and through my asscheeks before resting against my entrance. I'm panting. This is so confusing.

The huge cock at my pussy is distracting. I simultaneously want it to push in all the way and to leave me alone.

"Beg", a deep voice commands. I suck in a shuddering breath. The tentacle around my leg and midsection squeezes me briefly.

"Please", I breathe.

"Please what?", it asks.

"Please... put it in." I can't believe I said that. I should've asked to be released, instead all I want is to feel that big cock spearing into me.

"You want my dick in you?"

"Y-yes."

My wish is granted. The blunt head of the cock is pushed into me, my pussy clenches once the whole head slips inside. It's not pushed further, though. Instead I feel the tentacle loosening, making me slide down onto the cock myself. I can't stop my descent onto this huge dick, my feet don't touch the ground at all.

This is the biggest cock I've ever taken inside my pussy, hot and heavy and so thick I can't but mewl and moan as I slide down onto it inch by inch until it's lodged deep inside of me. So deep-

I'm so full of cock. The tentacle is still wrapped around me, it tightens again, now that I'm sat firmly onto it's dick, still pressed against the mirror. I'm essentially trapped on this cock. I can't lift myself off and it doesn't seem as if the creature is in any hurry to do anything else.

My pussy clenches uncontrollably around the intrusion. I moan loudly, start squirming, but the tentacle tightens, holding me still.

"Please", I pant again. It's pathetic. What kind of dick is inside me right now? An alien? Some kind of genetic experiment? And all I can think about is this creature fucking me hard and fast. And still the cock just sits inside me, spreading me but nothing more. It's delicious torture.

I hear it rumbling, a deep sound. "What do you want, human?", it asks.

"I- I want you to f-fuck me. Fuck me, please", I beg.

And finally, it does. The cock is pulled out of me and pushed in again with force, jostling my whole body even in the tentacles grip. I moan loudly. The creature sets a fast pace, fucking into my pussy mercilessly.

The wet sounds of the hard fucking are more erotic than any other sound I've ever heard, even though they're muffled through the shirt that's still pulled over my face.

"Please, please, please", I chant, not knowing what I'm asking for. The cock is hitting a spot so deep inside of me that the air is pushed out of my lungs.

A powerful orgasm overtakes my whole body, making me shake, moan and cry out loudly. I'm fucked thorugh it, the creature never stops pushing his huge cock into me, over and over again.

When I hear deep sounds from behind me, I know it's close to finishing. I'm close again myself, even though I'm barely coherent anymore. I've never been fucked this thoroughly before.

A few hard, deep strokes later, the tentacle slackens and I slide down onto the cock again until it's lodged into me to the base. Thick, hot spurts of cum flood my insides until they're overflowing, running out of my pussy and, I'm sure, down the creature's legs.

My eyes flutter closed, I just stay put on the cock without fussing around anymore. I don't know how much cum pumps into me, I'm so exhausted. I try breathing deeply. Having this cock inside of me isn't that bad, actually.

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When I open my eyes again, the woman from before is beside me, looking concerned.

"Are you alright?", she asks.

I realise that I'm lying down on the bed, shirt and panties in place. Nothing looks ouf of the ordinary. "We stopped the test as soon as we realized that there wasn't any activity from you. I think you passed out. Don't worry, it happens", she says and smiles.

I look around, a thick vibrator lies beside me. Where is the creature? I didn't use the vibrator! There wasn't even a toy in the room when I entered. Where did it come from?

"What? Where is... the thing?", I ask.

"What thing?"

There's no second door in this room. How is this possible? I was fucked by some kind of otherworldly creature! I must look very confused.

"I bought your clothes. Take your time putting them on again. Drink some water. You will get double the payment for the inconvenience. Don't worry, I won't make you filling out the survey. Do you think you can get up?", she asks.

"Yeah, sure. I'll... I'll just be a minute."

"Alright. Be careful, though. We can get you a doctor, if you feel you need one", she offeres.

"No, no that won't be necessary."

She nods and leaves the room. I sit up, pulling my hoodie over my head, putting on my socks again.

But when I stand up to pull my pants on, I feel thick cum dripping out of my pussy. I knew it. I knew I didn't imagine this.

Bright hot arousal shoots thorugh me and I swear I hear a faint grumpling through the wall when I reach into my panties to spread the cum over my pussy, rub my clit.

I pull my hand back, suck my fingers clean and make sure I look presentable before going out to collect my payment.

I will never forget this.

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A/N: I know I haven't posted a story in quite some time and I'm very sorry about it. I hope you like this one! Please consider buying a coffee for me on ko-fi :)

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