Ovulation Phone Sex: Born to be Bred by You – Part 2

ovulation phone sex fantasy of mine. If you haven’t read part 1, don’t worry, you can read it right here.

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Goosebumps raise across my skin as you open the door. My eyes are instantly drawn to your custom stocks. I used to be so nervous to be locked in place.

And now, just the sight of it got me wet.

You gesture to the stocks and I know it’s time. I walk over there, you right behind me before I kneel down. My knees were cushioned as I brought my hands up, resting them on those smaller concaved areas in the wood.  The first time you’d placed me here I’d been shaking like a leaf.

The wood was smooth, no hard edges or splinters.

I could hear as the hinges moved before feeling another custom-made plank lowered down on my ankles. My panties were getting wet while you locked it into place. And then your hand was on my legs, fingertips drifting up along my socks. I shivered as I lowered my neck into its resting place.

Callused fingers moved across my bare thigh, up under my skirt. Your nails dug into my ass and I moaned.

You lowered the last piece of wood down, locking my hands and head in place while my ass was stuck in the air.

I was helpless now, completely at your mercy. Your hands moved all over me, one going under my shirt, under my white bra, and started milking my tits. I could feel the milk soaking through everything, and before long your other hand moved to my panties.

Moaning as you massaged my cunt through my panties, as my milk started dripping to the floor under me. Then your hands were gone. I groaned as my need for your seed consumed me, my body begging for your touch.

And then I could feel you there, just behind me, your hands under my skirt, pulling my lacy white panties down far enough to show you my glistening pussy.

One finger pressed against my wetness before sliding up and down my wet slit.

God I need you inside me. My pulse was roaring in my ears as I tried pressing my greedy mound harder against you before you pulled back. Half a second later pain flowed through my ass from your hand. I could hear you laughing as you called me a greedy little thing.

I still needed you just as bad, and I whimpered as I felt something start nudging between my pussy lips.

You sank deep inside me in one swift thrust, filling me past what I think I can take. My eyes roll back as you begin pounding me, forcing your cock deeper and deeper inside my cunt.

It hurts a little as I feel your cock smashing against my cervix, but all I want is more. I want you deeper, and harder.

You fuck me hard before I feel you shudder before I feel your cum filling me up.

You keep your cock inside for a minute, and I feel you shift as you reach to grab the plug.

I groan when your cock slides out, even though I knew it was coming.

As soon as the head of your cock is out, I feel you working the plug into my pussy before you begin to pump air into it. With each pump it grows larger in my pussy, stretching me until you’re satisfied nothing is going to leak out.

There’s a tug as you pull, ensuring it cannot pop out on it’s own like this. And then a vibrator is positioned against my swollen clit.

You turn it on and my hips try to buck. The sensation is so intense, but all I can do is take it and after a few seconds I start cumming.

I can’t see it, but I know you’re smiling as you turn the TV on. After an hour of this, you will be ready to use me again. And even though I’ll be spent, this will go on all day until the night, when you will lay me down, gifting me the privilege of sleeping with you inside me.

I cum again and again as I wait for the next round.

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Well, I hope you enjoyed my ovulation phone sex fantasy. If you’re yearning for more, you can find my audio right here. Not only do you get to hear my gorgeous voice, but you’ll get some exclusive sexy content. And if you’re looking for more sexy reading, check out my blog on my dollification kink here.

Have a wonderful weekend and stay safe out there.

Hugs and kisses.

-Wren

 

 
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