Title: 5”3, curvy, F4M, looking for a guy who’s into neck-holding, ..

Message: 5”3, curvy, F4M, looking for a guy who’s into neck-holding, BDSM and hardcore breeding. Must be clean, dick picks welcomed

You thought it was too good to be true when she replied your message, even more so when she agreed to hook up almost right away, so when you pulled up outside the KFC where you’d agreed to find her and saw the girl from the pictures standing there, you could hardly believe it.

You stopped to grab some chicken for a first date of sorts; it was hard to focus much on conversation. You were too busy planning all the ways you would tie her up and breed her little curvy body later. She certainly asked some strange questions though; “have you ever experimented with your backdoor?”, “What volume of objects do you think you could comfortably store in your bowels?”, “have you ever been sedated and were there any complications?”, but any girl with kinks like hers was bound to be a strange one.

You barely resisted the constant temptation to push her against the nearest wall and shove a hand around her throat and another up that dress before making it back to your car. She asked you if you’d like to come to her house, which you absolutely did. Amazing! Just one short drive and you’d be fucking a load of raw cum into this little tart, you followed her directions with a stiff cock wedged down your trouser leg and practically dragged her into her home.

…

Tightly bound in warm, slimy tendrils, the edges of your vision went blurry as your heart struggled to pump past the vice-like grip her fingers had around your neck. Another lump bulged its way along her ovipositor and slipped now effortlessly inside you, rolling over your prostate and pushing you once again to orgasm. Her grip loosened and the sudden rush to your head made the pleasure explosive, you gushed what felt like gallons of cum into the pulsating, milking organ which relentlessly slurped and gobbled your cock.

“You’re looking quite full now” She commented, almost lovingly caressing your bulging stomach, “I struggle to believe you’ve not done anything like this before, I fit so many eggs inside you”

Honestly, you had indeed lied about experimenting with your backdoor in the past, you just didn’t feel comfortable disclosing that at the time, you’d have come clean about it but the tentacle in your throat made that impossible. All you could do was look at her longingly and beg for more with your eyes.

She got the message, the tentacle in your throat pulled out just enough to blast its thick, naughty tasting goo onto your desperate tongue then plunged back down your neck hole to fuck it. The sucker around your cock pumped it back to life and her thick ovipositor fucked the clutch of eggs deeper inside you.

“I’m sure there’s room for a few more”, her fingers tightened again, “I think you were made for this”

To the horror of a now deeply buried part of you, you agreed with her.

“You’re going to be such a good Daddy”