the tiniest luna there ever was

It is in fact illegal in the United States to view and purchase pornographic material if you are under the age of 18.

Besides it being illegal I am also morally obligated to ask children to not view my site or my photos. I DO NOT care how close you are to 18.

That isn’t some stranger danger cock grinding against your sweet little entrance. That’s just Daddy smearing his dripping seed between your lips. There’s nothing to cry about sweetie. No reason to squeal into my big rough hand. After all, this is perfectly natural. Your little cunt was made by Daddy. For Daddy. Oh it’s gonna make Daddy so happy to force his way inside and pound your little womb.

There you go.. no need to struggle., it will do you no good after all Princess. Daddy is so much bigger and stronger than you. You have grown so much, growing these big, firm udders and curvy plump hips.. you are such a little woman, ripe for breeding,. Daddy is so proud.. but still you are so small under me.

Right where you belong.

You remind me so much of Mommy at your age. She struggled too. In the back of my car out by the lake, there was no one to hear her cries either. Hear her begging me to put a rubber on, begging me to let her swallow my virile young load swimming with sperm. She wanted to swallow you sweetheart. But I wouldn’t let that happen. Not my little Princess. I knew where you belonged. I made damn sure you ended up there.

Just like this, pinned down, my cockhead spreading her lips. Oh yess… and just like you Mommy’s baby hole was soaked. Dripping, swollen with need. Begging to be used by Daddy’s dick. She also tried to deny it.. and then as now I proved it.. by slamming my unprotected cock in deep in one… shove…

Oh fuck.. you feel so good sweetie. Such a perfect cocksleeve for Daddy.

I’ll tell you what, Daddy’s going to take his hand away now, as his fat cock saws in and out and I get ready to fill your precious little womb with my nasty rape load.

Because, I’ll tell you a secret. When you beg, and cry and plead not to carry Daddy’s rape baby… it just..makes me shoot… HARDER. Oh yes! Music to my ears as I paint your womb with Daddy..

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I would like to be ... whipped if you desire." She stammered as she lied with confusion.

She looked back at me as I removed my leather belt and lay it on her oil covered bottom.

"You know if you would become my wife. There would no be danger in you becoming pregnant with my child. Perphaps you may think on that as I whip this cute bum of yours."

"Oh, sir! Please not too hard."

"Women like you need really hard whippings, to train you to obey the man that cares for you rather than the men who don't. Stick your bum up now, girl."

"Ohhhh," She said with concern as she obediently stuck her bare bum out obscenely.

Thwack! I whipped her exposed bum causing a pink stripe to be painted accross her flesh as her bum bobbed and she cooed from the pain. She recovered and stuck her bare bum up again. Thwack! I whipped her twice as hard causing another darker stripe to be painted and her bare bum bob down and from side to side in response. She heathed a breath in and out before pushing her bum back up into position.

"You see your body knows it needs a master."

Thwack!

"Ouch!"

Thwack!

"Ahhh!"

"If we were married I would whip you every Saturday, and then you would plead for me to take your body. Would you like for your womb to swell with my child?"

Thwack!

"Ah! I don't know, sir. Please."

Thwack!

"This body needs to be put to proper use. It must not be wasted by man who wouldn't marry you. You should be put to work baring me an army with these hips."

Thwack!

"Your cute bum bobs up and down with my belt like a swimming mermaid. Are you trying to draw me close? Surely you must understand the effect your bum is likely to cause a man. "

Thwack!

"Ahh, sir!"

Thwack!

"Yes, like a mermaid going over the ocean's waves. Perfect rhythm to lure a man to make you into wife. You would like that, no? To be freed from the burden of being single maid. To care and teach your children rather than slaving away for other people?"

Thwack!

"To entertain guests of high social standing at your family's home?"

Thwack!

"Of course this bum would be your husband's sight alone. You would be kept for his enjoyment.

Thwack!

human females are crawling around, some with huge bellies, many with dripping ... well you can't call them anything else ... teats at the end of huge udders. you feel something stir inside you.

you pet some of the hucows and you find yourself getting wet. Then your Man says, "you want to be one, don't you?"

In spite of yourself, you nod.

"Good, because I've made arrangements to sell you to Him."

you're led inside where your Man receives a check as a collar is locked around your neck. you take off your clothes. They take you to the breeding barn where you are locked into place for easy access to your cunt hole.

you're trembling with desire.

you're new owner goes out to the crowd. "New cow special!" he yells. "$20 to breed her. All Men accepted!"

And then it begins. your old Owner is the first, but not the last. Thirty Men empty their loads into you. As they do, you're new owner tells you to Moo.

Moooo. It seems the only thing in your brain is the sound and the pounding from behind. you're new Owner encourages the Men to be rough ... you're only a cow. A few use your ass hole. It doesn't matter even though it hurts. you are property.

The breeding goes on for two weeks until you are finally bred. Each day, you drink milk from another cow and eat specially made nuggets to add weight. you are put out to pasture where you are on display. Once you give birth, the baby is taken away and your Owner starts to milk you. Because you are a good cow, your udders grow huge and fat and your belly hangs down.

Broodmare, puppymill, baby factory, whatever form it takes the idea of being locked into a life of having my fertile womb bathed in cum just to grow heavy with young, my breasts aching and leaking, my belly rounding and heavy only to birth and be mounted and bred again because that's my purpose and all about me that matters now.

Satoru Gojo loves seeing the bulge of his cock move underneath your throat.

Your head hanging off the bed, tits coated in his spit, that he loves to use to grip your tits, squeezing them as you swallow his cock down, deeper and deeper. You're gagging just a bit, breathing through your nose, letting him fuck even deeper, his balls so heavy and full of cum slapping against your face.

His white hair tickles your chin when he bottoms out so deep in your throat, moaning out your name now, lost as his pretty pink tip slips across your uvula. Your nails cling to the strong muscles of his bare thighs, your own pressing together with the pressure of needing him.

"That's it, you just want me to use you, huh?" He asks, fucking your throat even meaner, stretching it out as he watches his cock move inside. "Can't answer, can you? Slutty throat was so needy."

He gets off on your choking sounds, his blue eyes dilated as they flutter shut, a little bit of his silvery white hair falling over his forehead. He's throbbing inside you, leaking so much pre you drink it down to your tummy, he's already put a load in your cunt, but he knows you need more than that.

"You just wanna get used, don't ya? My little fuck toy, throat is just beggin' for my cum -hah - that's it..." He starts fucking into you with a hand around your neck, the other delicately brushing a nipple, caressing while he chokes you out.

"Mnh!" That's all you manage, drool spilling down your face, dripping across your chin and down your cheeks, mixing with the tears that spill from him just gagging you.

"Aw, can't talk? That's okay, sweetheart, I can feel what you need - I'll give you all my cum, that what my slutty little girl needs?" You're clenching your legs together tighter, gasping as he fucks your throat harder, two hands now on either side of your neck. "Want me to fuck you so hard you can't even breathe, you're that slutty, aren't you?"

You are.

You want all his cum so deep, wanna not be able to swallow right for days.

You hang off the bed so dizzy, fucking into your throat and using you just like he said.

"That's it, a-ah, filthy little cock sleeve," he's huffing, losing himself as he looks at your pretty, naked body, fucking into you impossibly deeper, until he steals your breath, whimpering as his cock pulses. "You're so greedy for it, ya want me to come right now, huh? Want every bit? So much you'll be so full."

He keeps murmuring, hips stuttering as your throat takes him, thick and veiny and filthy, his balls slapping against your face harder as he angles his hips, and soon you feel it, him thickening inside you. You taste that saltiness dripping deep in the back of your throat, struggling to take him all, listening to the messy - plap plap plap - noises mixing with your gurgles.

"That's it, f-fuck your throat is stretching for me, huh? Filthy little whore, just mine, all mine. Throat made for me," you can't say anything and he knows it, still muttering nonsense as he almost hits his peak. "Mine to use, little cum whore, wanna suck it all, d-don't you? Thirsty little slut, you ready?"

Your answer is your nails digging into his pale skin.

Satoru busts his hot, sticky load deep in your throat then, flooding you with so much it's almost impossible to swallow it all, some of it spills down his length, most of it hits the back of your throat.

"That's it, f-fuck you're perfect, God look at you take it," he's a mix of 'you're so pretty' and 'filthy little fucking whore', a mix of husky groan and desperate whimpers, finally pulling out from your sore throat, looking down at the cum spilling from your lips. "Ah, baby you're wasting it."

Satoru Gojo leans down, cock still heavy and full even after cumming, dripping with your slick. He laps up the remnants of his white ropes from your lips, moaning as he does, tongue swirling to taste himself off you, and that's maybe his favorite part, getting to swap his own cum with your perfect lips, before putting even more inside your holes.

My legs are shaking when I enter the Institute. The foyer is huge and air-conditioned, and my tiny skirt barely covers my butt crack, but I’m not shivering just from the cold. Today is my Assignment.

My father checks us in at the front desk. The clerk gives me an appraising look up and down as he types my information into the terminal. His lips twitch up in a slight smirk, causing my breath to catch. What is he thinking? Maybe he’s been here long enough to guess a girl’s Assignment just by looking at her. In which case, he knows more than I do right now. “They’re ready for you,” he says to my father, his eyes still on me—or rather, on my ample breasts straining the tight blouse my mother chose for me. She said it was important to accentuate my best qualities.

As my father and I walk past reception and through the sweeping foyer, my head swivels constantly, trying to take in everything. It’s my first time in the Institute. Younger girls only go to the Girl’s Center until they are of age, like I am now.

I see a group of men in suits talking near a water cooler. A glass window into a nearby office shows another professionally clad man behind a desk, typing at his computer, seeming to ignore the half naked woman dancing suggestively against a pole in the corner. An O—Office Slut. Not every worker got one, just the important men like he must be.

We reach the elevators. My father presses a button and then turns to give me a smile. I notice his eyes briefly linger on my tight shirt. “How’s it feeling?” I blush and look down at my feet, too embarrassed to answer. My mom’s borrowed heels make my bare legs look even longer than usual, which is saying something for the tallest girl in my class.

My father rests a hand on my shoulder. “It will be over soon, girl,” he says. “Once you walk out of here, you’ll be a full grown woman with a woman’s job.” I nod, still keeping my eyes down. I wish I knew what the job would be already.

The elevator doors open with a hiss. We step in and join the only other person on the lift—a completely naked woman kneeling, facing the doors, her mouth open in a gaping O. This is a P—Public Slut. I’ve seen plenty of them around so it doesn’t shock me, even when my father unzips his pants and puts his cock in the woman’s mouth. That’s what P’s are for. I wondered how it would feel to just wait around with my mouth open waiting for a man to fill it. I might find out soon.

We reach our floor too soon for my father to finish, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He pinches the P’s cheek as he zips up, and then leads me out of an elevator. A long corridor, a turn, another P near a drinking fountain, and finally we’re inside an expansive room. It looks like a hospital wing, with a long line of beds separated by curtains.

The examining doctor and assistant appear and introduce themselves, and in no time, I’m naked on one of the beds with the two of them and my father standing over me, scrutinizing my body. The assistant, a woman wearing nothing but a lab coat, is taking notes on pad. She’s an E—Executive Slut—a female permitted to assist a professional man.

The doctor and my father have been talking. I suddenly realize I’ve been tuning them out as I take in my surroundings. “She’s clearly a B,” my father is saying. “Look at those jugs!” My nipples harden a little as all three of them stare at my bare breasts.

The doctor shakes his head. “She does fit the criteria for a Bimbo Slut,” he explains patiently, “but she also has the body for a C and those are in higher demand right now.” My heart almost stops. Everyone in my family assumed I would be a B. My mother picked out today’s outfit for it. I had never once even seen a C as they were kept on farms outside the city. I had always imagined myself as a B, pretty and lithe and flexible, lounging on yachts with rich men. Not…

“She’s a Cow,” the doctor says firmly, holding up a hand to cut off my father’s objection. “B’s bring in a lot of money but they don’t keep society functioning. I’m sorry it’s not what you wanted, but that’s where the slut is needed now.”

My father sighs, then nods. My heart pounds in my chest. I can’t believe this is happening. Cows are society’s incubators. They’re the only females allowed to be impregnated, but they’re expected to carry constantly until they can’t anymore. I’m going to be bred.

“I’ll leave you to talk to her,” the doctor says. A moment later, he and the assistant are gone and it’s just me and my father. He clears his throat.

“Girl, it’s not what we were expecting, but it’s good, honest work.” I open my mouth to say something but he continues. “The hormones they give you to increase milk production will also make you more aroused. Cows are some of the happiest cunts in the world.”

I blush deeply at my father referring to me as cattle, but I nod tentatively. It’s not like I have a choice. He smirks at my expression. “That’s a good slut,” he croons, his hand dropping between my legs. I flinch a little but remember my training and spread them wider to give him access. He starts fingering my hole, eliciting a small gasp from me. “Now, what do you call this?”

I recall my anatomy lessons on Cs as I feel my pussy lips part on my father’s fingers. “It’s…” —the words are hard to say but I force them out—“…my cow cunt.” A shudder of shame runs up my spine, causing my thighs to twitch against my father’s hand.

“Good cow,” he smirks, reaching his non-occupied hand up to squeeze one of my breasts. I moan involuntarily, eliciting a chuckle from my father. “Now what are these?”

“They’re…they’re my udders,” I moan, my hips bucking up at the humiliation of naming my cow parts. My father’s smirk widens into nearly a full smile.

“That a bitch,” he says fondly. “You’ll be fine.” He withdraws both of his hands, leaving my skin tingling and my pussy dripping as evidence of his examination.

When the doctor and assistant return, the assistant notes my obvious state of arousal clinically, causing my face to flush with embarrassment. The doctor tells my father he did a good job raising a compliant female and my father looks pleased. Soon a few forms pass hands, and my father leaves, with a promise to visit me on the farm. “You better be huge by then.” He winks at me before vanishing out the door.

A man to claim me as his property. I want him to buy me from my father and get married as soon as possible. At our wedding, he will decide if I wear a dress, lingerie, or nothing as I am paraded in front of our friends and families down the aisle. As soon as he says “I do” (as I have not say in the matter), he may command me to give him a blowjob at the altar. Better yet, he can just bend me over and fuck me right there.

After the wedding he will bring me to his home, maybe brand me depending on the man, and breed me vigorously. Multiple loads into my pussy to make sure I’ll get pregnant, then he’ll plug me up overnight. Some women birth dozens of a man’s children’s. I hope I am one of them so I can say I served my purpose as a woman and his property to the best of my ability.

Despite being pregnant, I will cook and clean for my owner with no complaint, for if I disobey he will spank me red, pregnant or not. My breasts, hips, and belly will grow with his child until I feel like I’m about to pop. Probably twins.

Still, he spanks me every week so I never forget my place. He fucks me without notice, even while I’m preoccupied with cooking or cleaning. When he wants to piss, he tells me to open my mouth.

I give birth at home, with only my husband and a midwife. He doesn’t want me to have an epidural because the pain of childbirth is punishment for being born a female. He wants me nude so he can see the full experience.

Once the midwife says the baby is coming, my husband takes his cock out and tells me that being fucked in the ass is supposed to coax the baby out. Even in the pain of childbirth, I say “Yes, Sir” and raise my legs so my knees rest on either side of my head.

Every time the midwife says “push,” my husband thrusts into my ass. He says my tightening feels great. He makes sure to cum on my face and tits. He doesn’t care if the midwife sees him fucking me, she’s just a woman.

It’s all worth it when the baby is born, knowing that I have served my purpose as a woman. Holding the child gives me an indescribable fullness.

It isn’t long before my husband puts me in the milking stocks overnight. He doesn’t want the baby sucking on my nipples directly in fear of my tits becoming less attractive.