You need more

You lie on the floor, shaking and dazed, unaware of the shouting match the girls are having with Steve, but one thing is clear in your mind. You want more… more pleasure… more cock… more hot, virile cum in your fertile womb. No, that’s wrong. You don’t want more, you need it. Now.

You look down to find your fingers already deep inside your slit again, working yourself up. You’re moaning, begging for more. You can only see stars, but you feel hands spreading your legs, gripping your hips. You feel throbbing heat entering you, lips on your neck. You wrap your legs around him. He’s biting you. You’re whispering in his ear, coaxing him to pump his seed into you. He cums quickly, and again you’re in heaven, floating.

The pleasure is so intense you lose track of time, not even noticing as he pulls out and is replaced by another. He’s pulling your hair, slapping you. You’re begging him to do it harder. His sweat is mingling with yours, dripping off your bodies as you rut like bunnies. You feel him stiffen and scream “MORE! BREED ME MORE! MOMMY’S YOUR PERFECT LITTLE BREEDING ****!”

For the third time, massive ropes of pure white pleasure paint your insides. You can’t tell if you’re cumming over and over or if it’s just one endless orgasm, but it doesn’t matter. Everything fades away, you feel numb with pleasure, your brain fucked into mush. Unable to handle any more, you pass out.

When you come to, you’re in a cage. It’s dark, but you can hear laughter from down the hall. You’re wet. God, you’re so wet. You mewl in frustration as you try to pleasure yourself in vain. After an hour of torturing yourself, someone enters the room.

It’s Steve, and you’ve never been happier to see him. You owe him everything. He owns you, and you love every second of it.

But most of all, you love his cum.