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You're my gynecologist. We live in a society that grants gynecologists the power to choose which women will become freeuse as a career. Gynecologists were the best option for this job because they have intimate access to women's bodies and pussies. They can tell which women will be most enjoyable for men to use.

You've just strapped me down, naked, onto your examination table. It's common procedure for gynecologists in our world to prevent women from interfering with their job duties and so you have free access to our bodies.

You've strapped my hands to a metal loop above my head. There's straps across my chest and over my hips binding me to the table, and a couple holding my legs into the stirrups. It's time for the procedure you most enjoy performing - dominating a pussy so the woman knows to keep her legs spread for men to enjoy.

"I've decided your body is exquisite," you tell me, nonchalantly, as you scribble something on your clipboard. "It's in perfect health. Your tits are perky, your ass is firm, and your pussy looks tight."

I gasp in shock at your language. You've dropped the polite, detached lingo of a medical professional and assumed slang language. I've heard the stories from other women. I know you're no longer looking at me as if I were your patient. Instead you're judging the quality of my body and considering whether my pussy should be made freeuse. I've heard of this happening to other women, of course, but I never thought it could happen to me.

I'm still in shock when you set the clipboard down on the counter and begin unbuckling your belt. You smile at me as you unbutton and unzip your trousers, reach inside, and pull out your hard cock. It's thick, long, and flushed.

"Of course, I'll have to check for myself first. I can't make a professional determination unless I sink my cock into that pussy. Has a man already used your pussy, or did your hymen naturally break?"

I start to cry quietly as you step up between my spread legs, your cock in hand and pointed at my exposed pussy. My nipples are hard and my pussy glistens. I can't help that it's wet.

"Just..just one..." I manage between quiet sobs.

You hum. "Practically a virgin, then. Excellent," you say, staring down at my little pussy. Then you look up at me. "My cock is going to stretch that tight pussy, so be a good girl and tell me what that feels like when it does."

"Noo.." I whimper. "Please don't do this."

Something hard and blunt rubs between my pussy lips. I can hear the sound of my own wetness being stirred. I look down to see you holding your cock, moving it up and down between my smooth pussy lips. The head of your cock separates my little pussy lips and it looks like my pussy lips are suckling your wet cock head.

"This is my favorite part of examining a new pussy," you say, staring me in the eyes. You rest the head of your cock against my tight little entrance. "They pay me to tie you down, spread your legs, and fuck your pussy, and look how wet your pussy is..even though you're crying."

"No, stop," I whisper. "Please stop!"

"Beg me to stop."

"Please, please, I beg you--" I gasp and fall silent as you choose this moment, when I'm begging you not to fuck me, to push the head of your thick cock into my entrance. "Ahh!" I cry out. My body quivers.

You grin, watching my reaction as you penetrate my entrance and stretch my hole. "Good girrrl. You like that? You like my cock in your pussy?"

"No.. please..please take it out," I whimper, even as I feel my pussy walls excitedly flutter around your cock head.

You're breathing harder now. "Aw, poor sweet little pussy. Ask me to stop again."

"Please stop! Please take your cock out of my pus--ahhh!"

Again you cut me off, pushing your cock deeper inside my pussy. "Fuck yes, you're so tight," you say, looking down at yourself penetrating me. "Wow, look how your little pussy lips are stretched around my shaft. Tight pussy. You are definitely going to make a lot of men happy. But first this pussy has to take my whole cock. Are you ready?"

I shake my head.

"Aw, sweetie," you say as you wrap your hands around my hips and grin at me again. "It doesn't matter if you're ready." You step forward and slowly push the rest of your cock into my soaking pussy.

"Ahhh!" I squeal as your thick cock spreads my walls. I moan as it rubs all the little nerves inside my pussy.

"Take it," you say, breathlessly as you bottom out inside my pussy.

I whimper and bite my lip. My thighs tremble.

"Take it. Take my cock. Take all of it, deep inside your pussy, like a good girl. Fuck this is a tight pussy, like a cock sleeve. Mm. Good pussy."

You press your hips into my body, holding your cock deep inside me, letting it stretch my pussy.

"It's...mmm... it's too big...mmm" I whisper between whimpers, tears on my cheeks.

"Tell me how it feels. How does my cock feel buried inside your pussy?"

"It's too big.. it.. it hurts.. it's stretching my pussy," I reply. But it also feels so good. I can't help it when I moan.

You laugh. "You're soaking my balls with your cunt juice. You like this. You like your legs spread wide, strapped down so anyone who walks in can see your pussy. You want me to dominate your pussy, don't you?"

I quietly sob and shake my head.

"Don't lie. Tell me, beg me, to dominate your pussy. Tell me that's what your pussy is for, to be used by men."

I frown up at you, my breasts jiggling with my sniffles. "Please.. please dominate my pussy..." I sniffle again. "My pussy is for men to use."

"Good girl." You lean forward and take my nipples between your thumbs and forefingers. You pinch them gently and lift, stretching them upward and teasing them. "Now, say 'my body is for any man to use'."

Pleasure washes over my breasts. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, but I feel my pussy walls flutter around your cock again. Part of me wishes I could spread my legs open further for you. I want to feel your body press against my open pussy lips and rub against my exposed clit. My hips squirm under the strap holding me down.

You laugh again. "Say it."

"Mm.. my body.. oh.. my body is for any... oh..oh.. any man to use."

You laugh and wiggle your hands to jiggle my breasts. "Good girl. I know you like being used. That's what your pussy is for. I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to fuck you so hard, everyone in the office will hear you moan."

You release my breasts. For a second I think you're going to lean back, but instead you lean forward and plant your elbow on either side of my head. You body rests upon mine. You're staring into my eyes and I realize you want to watch my reaction while you fuck me.

"Here we go," you smile at me.

I frown up at you as I feel you draw your hips back. Your cock slowly slides out of my pussy until just the head of your cock remains inside. I feel my pussy walls close in the absence of your cock.

I gasp as I feel your cock slide back into my tight hole, separating my pussy walls and penetrating deep into my pussy. There's nothing I can do to stop you. My legs are tied wide open. Your body rests over mine like a blanket, pressing down on my breasts. My hands are tied over my head and you're staring down at me, taking up every bit of my reaction to the unwanted pleasure you're forcing upon my body. Fresh tears roll down my cheeks as I realize you're starting to fuck me.

You grin. "Cry for me, baby." You smash your balls against my soft, smooth, wet pussy lips to ensure you're as deep inside me as you can go. You grunt. "Uh! Yeah, cry baby. I love it when they cry," you say as you hips reverse and you pull your cock out of my tight pussy again.

You repeat the movement several times, slowly fucking in and out of me. I can feel your body shake, as of you're holding back. I gasp each time your cock penetrates my pussy. You're going so slow that each time it feels like the first - like I've just been penetrated by your thick cock for the first time. In... and out.. your cock head stretching my hole. Then, in.. and out.. with your cock head lingering. Over and over. Then you pause with your cock buried inside my pussy.

"Okay, my pretty little pussy. Now I'm going to fuck you hard. It's okay if you scream while I pound your pussy." You slide your hands up to grip the edge of the table and you lower your head beside my ear. "I love this part," you whisper into my ear. "It's when I break you and you realize you're going to spend the next 20 years of your life with your legs spread wide, your pussy exposed for men to use."

Then you draw your hips back and quickly thrust your hard cock deep into my pussy.

I squeal. "Uhh!" A rush of pleasure floods my body and I feel my pussy gush over your cock.

You don't stop. You pound my pussy, thrusting your hips forward and back. I can hear the sounds of our bodies slapping together. You're grunting on top of me with each thrust, "Uh, uh, uh, yeah, fuck, uh, uh, tight, pussy, fuck, uh, uh, take my cock, take it!"

I'm moaning and sobbing softly as I realize you're going to make me cum. I can feel the pleasure building inside my pussy and part of me wants you to fuck me harder. The exam table shakes as you writhe on top of my bound body, breathless as your hips thrust.

My pussy tightens. My walls shrink around your cock and I can hear the sloppy sounds of your cock thrusting in my own juices.

"Noo..." I whimper.

"Yeah, uh, uh... fucking take it... cum on my cock, you freeuse whore...legs spread, pussy wet, letting me fuck you...you love this...you love being used...wait until I sell the recording of this, of the first time you took a cock in your freeuse pussy, and everyone hears the way you moan on my cock."

I cum. My pussy clenches on your cock, squeezing it rhythmically, over and over, my walls fluttering all over your shaft and cock head. "Uhhhhh!" I groan as my pussy leaks all over your cock and balls. My whole body tightens. I've never had an orgasm this powerful.

You slam your cock deep inside my pussy, your body pressing against my pussy lips. You groan long and loud and, as your cock pulses inside my pussy, I realize you're cumming. My pussy milks the cum from your cock, rippling along and sucking your cock for every drop of cum.

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I take deep breath. This is it. The culmination of all my training. Slowly breaking down every barrier over time. Forcing myself to accept the truth of my biology. There is no going back now. I open the door.

He’s standing there. Balding and a bit stocky, but well built. Large hands. Standing confidently. His expression is serious, calculating. I notice he doesn’t even look at my face first, but rather the sheer semi-transparent robe he bought for me for this occasion. My nipples peak against the fabric.

He steps inside, closing the door behind him. He finally looks into my eyes and—his hand pushes through the robe opening and lands between my legs.

“Hello, cunt.” His tone is business-like, formal. It is our first time meeting in person, after all. But he’s made his expectations for me clear.

I part my legs a little so that his hand can completely cover my pussy. I ache to push against it but I know I have to wait. I force myself to meet his gaze. “The bitch is ready,” I reply, my voice shaking just a little.

He nods curtly, gives my pussy a light squeeze, then drops his hand. I barely hold back a groan of disappointment as the pressure against my vulva vanishes.

“Good,” he says. He drops a large bag at his side. It clanks. He strides over to the large armchair dominating my living room and sits down. He rests one foot over the opposite knee and folds his hands in his lap, as if he’s entering a business meeting. In a way, he is.

“Show me.” A shiver runs up my spine at the command. Obediently, I take my place before him. I take a wide stance so the robe parts just above my bare cunt. I arch my back to make my breasts strain at the cloth. I haven’t touched my own sensitive parts except to clean in months, since I met him online. So instead of touching my nipples to show him, I shake my breasts once, hard.

“My nipples are engorged with blood,” I point out as my tits sway.

He nods thoughtfully. “That’s a sign of your heat, it’s natural.”

I swallow. I can feel my heart start to beat faster. This is really happening. “My cunt is wet,” I add, thrusting my hips forward to show him. I can feel moistness on my pussy lips.

He leans forward slightly to examine my vulva. “So it is,” he agrees. He leans back again and looks at me, evaluating. I feel like I’m in a classroom, taking an oral exam before a professor. “Why is that?”

My breath catches slightly as I feel the warmth between my legs spread. It’s as if my cunt knows we’re talking about it.

“It’s lubricating itself,” I answer, keeping my voice as steady and calm as possible. “It’s getting ready to be penetrated.”

He nods approvingly. It makes my skin tingle. “That’s right,” he says. “Cunts start lubricating in the presence of cock.” His matter-of-fact tone makes me squirm internally. This is so much more exposing than play acting as a giggly bimbo—no judgment intended. This is me at my smartest and most able. No pretense.

“Cunts react instinctively to cock,” I agree. I look down at my crotch, thrust forward lewdly. “It’s starting to clench.”

The man nods again. “It’s warming up now. It’s practicing milking my seed.”

I feel a hot flush creep up my neck. I’m sure it’s obvious. I have to keep going, though. “It’s twitching rhythmically. The exact frequency best suited to stimulate a cock.”

The man pushes himself to his feet and starts circling me. I stay still in position, hips thrust forward and my back arched, forcing my breasts out and up. “Isn’t it something,” he muses from behind me. His breath is hot on my neck. “Your biology evolved for this exact purpose.”

I swallow again, hard. “The reactions of my body prove the purpose of its design,” I admit.

He finishes circling, and stands directly in front of me. I can see the front of his pants is tented. The bulge almost touches my bare pussy. He leans forward so that our noses almost touch. “What are you?” he whispers, breath tingling on my lips.

I force myself to meet his eyes. It’s about to start. “I’m a cunt.” My voice is flat, factual, but the heat in my body is immediate. I feel flushed all over. My pussy clenches down hard as if to confirm my statement.

He finally smiles. “That’s right. You’re a cunt.”

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Minutes later, I’m laying spreadeagled on my bed, fully bare. The man takes his time, walking around me and pointing out various aspects of my arousal as we discuss the natural consequences of my biology. It’s clinical, detached. This is what I needed. I needed to acknowledge the cold, hard facts of my inferiority to a man.

He finally strips and positions himself on top of me, his erect cock brushing gently against my hole. I can feel it’s soaked now. My thighs are wet with cunt juice. He studies my face while he drags his cock lightly against my pussy lips. “You’re about to be bitched,” he states, making me shudder. “How does that feel.”

I again meet his gaze. My voice is shaky with arousal. “I feel embarrassed,” I admit. He nods, indicating I should continue. “I feel ashamed that my existence comes down to this. Spreading my legs to take cock.”

He rests a hand on my cheek as if to comfort me. “It is embarrassing,” he agrees. His cock rests directly on top of my clit. “Coming to realize that you’re a breathing sex toy has to be humiliating for you.”

I nod wordlessly. He gropes one of my tits hard. “Cunts exist to drain cum. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

I finally groan, the weight of my shame too much to bear. “I exist to drain cum,” I whisper, humiliated.

“Louder, bitch.” His voice takes on a dangerous tone.

I look him right in the eyes and I state what we both know. “I’m a fucking cunt and my purpose is to milk semen out of cocks.”

He nods, satisfied, and impales me.

I’ve had sex before but nothing like this. My entire body twitches as he enters me. I moan again. He starts thrusting, slowly and deliberately. “Clench your cunt in time with my thrusts, bitch,” he orders. I obey. It’s easy because that’s exactly what my pussy wants to do. It’s following its nature.

“This is what a woman is to a man,” the man using me says. He looks down at our meshed biology and my eyes follow. I’m impaled on his cock. Bitched. “This is as natural to you as breathing.”

I keep clenching rhythmically. “This is what it means to be a woman,” I agree. “My pussy needs this.”

“Your what?” The question is sharp, biting.

“My bitch pussy,” I correct myself. “My cumdrain needs this.” He grunts in satisfaction.

We continue in silence for a few minutes, him rutting into me while I passively take it, keeping my cunt clenched in time with his thrusts. We’re both reveling in the truth of this moment. The apex of men’s relationship to and ownership of cunts.

“I’m going to cum in your bitch pussy,” he says abruptly. He starts driving into me harder. “I’m about to mark your cunt walls with my seed.”

I gasp, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Once he cums in me, it’s final. I’m forever his cunt. I groan and bounce my breasts at the shame of it.

“That’s it, cunt,” he pants, fucking me open. “Jiggle your cow udders while I cum. Cross your eyes and drool, you stupid bitch.”

I do it. I cross my eyes, let my tongue loll out of my mouth, and bounce my udders hard. “That’s it, keep going,” he grunts. He stops briefly and I see him reach over for his phone on the side table. He puts it in my hand and tells me to film myself while he cums in me. He says he wants to make me watch it later. He wants me to cum over and over again to how stupid I look being bitched.

I hold the phone out so it captures my bouncing udders and my stupid bitch face. I look right at the camera and grunt like an animal, pasting the ahegao look on my features.

“Just remember how stupid you felt during your first breeding,” he whispers in my ear as he cums. I can feel his semen enter me, the warmth spreading in my bitch pussy. This is how every female should be impregnated, I think, as the pure humiliation of the moment drives me over the edge. I cum on his cock.

The priest had to keep a straight face through sermons and meetings, acting like they're not actively being railed and pumped full of demon cum. The priest switched to looser robes because of the constant cum being pumped into them by the demon that uses them as it wants and pleases had started bulging out their little tummy.

What if the demon is trying to corrupt the pretty priest and give into the pleasure and stop acting like nothing is happening despite the loads of cum being pumped into them and eventually it winning and the priest crumbling into their bed after getting to their room and begging the demon to fill and use them properly and the demon just knowing it won and corrupted the cute priest into it's personal eager cumslut.

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We sit down, I make you sit in my lap and I “casually” have my arms wrapped around your waist. I start guiding your hips back and forth on my thigh, making you hump my leg like a desperate little slut while we risk someone seeing us at any given second. A wet spot very quickly appears all over my pants, making sure no one is looking I pull my cock out and force your soaking wet pussy down on it while I whisper into your ear to keep quiet. I grab the panties you took off earlier and shove them into your mouth, making sure there’s no sounds escaping your mouth.

Impaled by my cock, in front of everyone to see what a desperate little slut you are just for me. I grab your hips, bouncing you up and down on me, rutting your hips deeper onto my cock and making you take every single inch of me. You are my slut, and I’ll use you whenever I want, even if we’re in a crowded room, nothing will stop me from having you. Forced to look normal while my cock is buried balls deep inside of you, fucking deeper and deeper into you. Your body starts breaking down on you, you start getting closer to cumming, I feel you tensing up, clenching around me.

I grab a fistful of your hair and whisper into your ear “cum for me babygirl, I want to feel you, I need to feel you.” The pressure of my big cock stretching you out beyond your body’s limits is what sends you over the edge, forgetting we’re in a crowded space, you can’t even control yourself anymore and you cum all over me, covering me in your wet, creamy cum, with my hand still gripping your hair I pull you back to my lips “good fucking girl, now it’s my turn.”

Two or three filled condoms later and I'm confident that he's not gonna stealth me, so I ask to get a little more kinky. He's good at shibari so he ties me up tight and puts on another condom. Only after another round of rough sex and another filled condom is he sure that the ties will hold tight no matter how much I try to move.

It turns out that having a breeding fetish is really fucking dangerous, because you end up doing really risky shit like I did last night.

Anyone who’s read my blog will know that I love the idea of impregnation, but weirdly, the idea disappeared from my kink catalogue for a while. For about a year, I had no desire to indulge it, but it’s recently come back in a BIG fucking way. The past few months, I’ve been dildoing myself over the idea of a hot stud firing his fertile load into me to the tune of around thrice a day. I’m not sure why it disappeared or why it’s come back so vividly, but man, I’ve got a real need for seed!

Anyway, last night my erotic thoughts reached critical mass. No longer could I contain these horny desires merely within the confines of my imagination. Instead, I had to make it a reality. That’s why I text my fuck-friend Doug to come over and have his wicked way with me. We’ve been exchanging naughty messages for ages now but haven’t met up in close to a year, and needless to say he agreed to my request.

For those unfamiliar, Doug was actually my high school boyfriend like fifteen years ago. But these days he’s in his thirties and he’s a hot, mature business owner. Amazing body, gorgeous face, a little bit of grey in his beard. Total DILF. If anyone could indulge my specific needs, it was him.

So I told my boyfriend to fuck off for a few hours while Doug came over. As soon as Doug walked through the door I could barely contain myself. We hugged as he arrived, and then the urge just took me. I lost control. I kissed him, grabbed him by the shirt and said ,‘Take me upstairs and fuck a baby into me.’

Doug seemed to have no problem with this, and I assume the fact I’d dolled myself up in a sexy little outfit didn’t hurt. He spanked my ass, pushed me towards and the stairs and said, ‘Let’s fucking go.’ I led him to the bedroom, pushed him against the wall and violated his mouth with my tongue. Then Doug picked me up, carried me to the bed and slid my underwear off beneath my skirt.

I told Doug I didn’t want any bullshit. No foreplay, no oral, no sweet nothings. I told him to give me a good hard fucking and be on his way.

Doug had no problem with that.

I’d love to describe the sex we had but it was so fucking fast and intense that I barely remember the finer details. Doug first put me on all fours on the bed and took me forcefully from behind. He gripped my waist hard, buried his shaft deep inside me and fucked me until I came like a waterfall. His stiff prick combined with the sudden excitement of fucking my old high school boyfriend again sent me into a goddamned orgasmic frenzy, and before long I’d collapsed on the bed in a whirlwind of overwhelming sensations.

That’s when Doug took me slow and deep missionary, and here I got to relish in his gorgeous rock-hard body and his sexy broad shoulders. I lent forward and kissed his chest and biceps, then Doug started thrusting into me a little harder and deeper. He moaned and groaned so fucking loudly that I’m pretty sure everyone in my street knew that the slut at number 74 was getting fucked.

‘So, a baby, huh?’ Doug’s naughty smile quickly turned to an intense moan of pleasure. 

At this point, I grabbed Doug’s biceps and thought it was an opportune time to have a productive discussion about the roles me and him would play in our future child’s life.

‘Fuck me until I’m pregnant Doug! Oh god, explode inside me! Knock me up!’

‘I’ll do it Laura, as long as I have nothing to do with the baby!’

‘No fucking responsibility!’ I screamed. ‘I know you don’t need that shit!’

‘No I don’t!’ Doug shouted as he dug his fists into the pillow and began pumping himself into me like a fucking jackhammer. His dick felt like an iron bar inside my soaking wet hole, stretching my insides, violating me, making me his slut. I could feel him pulsating, spasming, gasping for breath. Doug’s whole body began to tremble and I could tell he was on the verge of an enormous, deeply satisfying, soul-shattering orgasm that he’d remember for the rest of his life.

‘Oh fuck Laura, I’m going to cum!’

I wanted it all. I wanted my naughty ex to have the biggest release of his life and I wanted to indulge my impregnation fantasy to the deepest levels possible. I knew this would be a moment I’d be fucking myself over for years to come so I made sure to make the most of it!

‘Shoot your load in me Doug! Put your fucking baby in me and take NO responsibility! I won’t tell you anything. I won’t give you updates. Just breed me, leave me, and make another man raise your baby! Enjoy every fucking second of it!’

Doug had no choice but to unload, empty himself, risk knocking me up. He looked me in the eye and screamed defeaning moans of pleasure in the wake of his streaming, spurting, endless orgasm. Thick ropes of hot, thick ejaculate fired from his prick ten, eleven, twelve times. Doug’s entire body shook with intense, sexual pleasure, heightened by the possibility of leaving a baby inside me… and taking no responsibility for the consequences.

‘OH FUCK LAURA! OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCKKKKKKKKK! TAKE MY FUCKING BABY!’ he screamed in a state of blissful orgasmic release. His explosion felt like bullets firing against my vaginal walls, and when Doug finally thrust himself to completion, it felt like someone had poured steaming hot double cream into my pussy. God, the sensation alone nearly brought me to another orgasm.

Doug climbed off me and got dressed, clearly unable to contain his post-orgasm high. He had a sadistic smile on his face as he pulled his jeans on and even minutes later his legs were still shaking. How many other guys could say they’d had the experience he just did?

‘Guess I’ve got to tell my boyfriend he might be raising another child,’ I said.

Doug threw his shoes on and composed himself in my mirror. ‘Make sure he doesn’t know it’s mine.’

‘Promise, baby,’ I said.

‘Good,’ Doug said. He climbed back on top of me, pulled me closer and started kissing me. We looked into each other’s eyes, sharing a rare moment of passion and intimacy. ‘I’ll see myself out. And if you’re pregnant, remember the five magic words.’

‘Oh yeah? What’s that, baby?’ I asked.

‘I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.’