Squirting

Amanda's stood in the center of the room, her feet attached to hard points in the floor, her hands chained to the post mounted in the middle of the room. After their oral adventure the small group had moved into the master's "fun room" as he called it, the other bedroom in the apartment was where her lessons and discipline were administered.

"This one still has a little breaking in to do," the master continued his descriptions of **** ownership. "You can send them out to be broken but I wanted to do it myself with this one. She was so eager to to be my ****, I didn't want to give her up too quickly." He laughed as he undid the clasps on her bottoms and top, both floated to the floor with barely a sound. "She was in my whore house for a few months so I already knew what she liked, her videos are still the most popular on my site too. This one really liked to be talked down to, humiliated, slapped around a little bit, reminded of her place in the world. Don't you whore?" He said, pinching her cheeks between his hands and forcing her mouth open. "Yes master." She replied. "Why don't you tell Mr. Vanderbook a little about yourself, why don't you tell him what kind of **** you are?" She felt her master's fingers as they probed her pussy, searching for her clit. When he found it he started rubbing it gently.

Amanda obeyed once again, rattling off the terms of her enslavement as the men walked behind her. "I am my master's breeding ****, only good for taking sperm and getting pregnant. Any man my master wishes can fill me with his seed and make me a mother. I will never know the father of my children unless my master wishes it. Only my cunt, my womb, and breasts have any worth. When I'm knocked up I'll be milked until I'm ready to breed again."

"You see the wetness on her lips? See how it's already working it's way out of her? She's a real glutton for humiliation. Loves getting talked down to. Good girl, now tell him how you came to be my personal cum dump."

"I asked my master to let me be his personal breeding ****. I begged him to fill my womb with his seed and make me a mommy. To use me as he saw fit until he fucked a baby into me." Fingers had worked their way into her cunt and, combined with the stimulation of her clit, were making it hard for her to concentrate. All of sudden the fingers were replaced by the full, fleshy feeling of a cock at her entrance. The head of the cock rubbed her slit, spreading her juices around and coating the head before it began plunging into her. She groaned as the fullness slid down her tunnel before bottoming out. She shifted her feet slightly, as much as her bonds would allow, to accommodate her new occupant. Before she could turn her head to look a hand grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her chest up and out as her back arched. Her partner began fucking in earnest, plunging in and out with a steady rhythm, the sound of their fucking echoing in the room.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," she moaned as the man fucked her, holding her hair in an unrelenting grip. Her master strode into view, nude a rock hard but holding one of the leather flails he used to punish her when she'd failed one of his tasks. He brought it down sharply on her exposed breasts, taking care to land the lions share of the tassels on her large, sensitive nipples. So it was Mr. Vanderbook who was filling her now. His girth had felt unfamiliar, slightly larger than her masters as it **** the walls of her cunt apart.

"Hows this make you feel ****? Chained to a post and used like an animal."

"Like I'm fulfilling my purpose master." She managed to say between moans and strikes of the flail.

"Would you like to carry Mr. Vanderbook's baby? Have him fill your womb with his seed? A random man you've never seen before, who you might never see again?"

"UGHHHH, yes master, please let him, ugh ugh ugh, please let him make me a mommy..." as she trailed off, she recognized the heavy breathing of a man about to blow his load. He let go of her hair and threw her head down, forcing her to grab the post for support as he moved his hands to her hips. He gripped them, one on each side, as he fucked her pussy furiously, the skin of her lips stretching as he withdrew his cream-coated cock.

"What does that make you?" the master asked, the blows now landing on her back and shoulders.

"A breeder sir!" she yelled, just in time for Mr. Vanderbook to withdraw his cock, leaving her hole empty and convulsing. The muscles fired, squeezing her hole as if beckoning the cock to return and fill her again. Amanda collapsed against the pole, her shaking legs nearly unable to keep her standing. Before she could catch her breath a buzzing, vibrating, something was pressed against her clit, electricity ran up her spine as she yelped in surprise.

"Stand up" her master ordered her as the vibrator ground mercilessly against her clit. She did her best to obey, using her arms to **** herself back up but her legs still wobbled beneath her. The vibrator was removed, her hair pulled back again and her master looked down at her.

"Want another one?" he asked.

"Y-yes sir..." she mumbled. He slapped her across her face.

"Another what ****?"

"P-p-please f-fuck me sir..."

He moved behind her, rubbed the tip of his swollen member in juices, and spat on her asshole. Unexpectedly he began to press his member into her ass, fighting the muscle the whole way. Amanda gritted her teeth, and groaned.

"You didn't say where ****. No loosen up that ass for me." Her "Yes sir" was barely out of her mouth before he bottomed out in her, he hole clamped around his cock while her pussy, still gaping, begging for filling, found itself unfilled. Ruthlessley he began fucking her ass, gripping her by the hips and thrusting deep in her guts with every stroke. The vibrator was returned to her clit and electricity flooded her body again.

"You like it when I fuck your little asshole" he grunted. "Y-yes master, please keep fucking my ass..." she trailed off. Suddenly he withdrew and thrust himself into her gaping cunt, filling her. The change in sensation threw Amanda over the edge, her orgasm reaching the tipping point in a matter of seconds. With a deep, guttural moan she came, convulsions wracking her body. From her cunt a spurt of fluid erupted, drenching her legs, her master's legs and the floor underneath her. Spent, the **** collapsed to her knees, no longer able to keep herself upright. Her master quickly un-shacked her hands from the post and, taking advantage of her kneeling position, pushed her head into the floor before resuming his position in her pussy. In moments he too was ready to burst, thrusting himself a deep as he could inside the **** before releasing his seed, his sperm coating her womb. When he withdrew the other man took his place, Amanda could feel his girth expanding the walls of her cunt once more but she had no energy to resist. Covered in sweat and her own cum so took his plowing until he too filled her womb. When he withdrew she could feel his load dripping from her gaping hole. It felt just as large as the one she'd swallowed earlier. Before leaving Amanda's master chained her ankles to the pole above her head, forcing her hips and pussy up the air, its cum coated lips glistening in the light. Inside of her cum painted the walls of her vagina gradually moving towards her cervix. The sperm of both men worked their way through her womb searching desperately for their goal.

Exhausted, Amanda fell into a deep sleep. Her last thoughts swirling around the incredible fucking she'd just received and the knowledge that either of the loads coating her insides could accomplish what was rapidly becoming less of a contractual obligation and more of a dream: her impregnation.