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My greatest Honor...Bred by BBC I was intimidated by the possibilities, but knew i must be bred...I must prove my dedication, my willingness and openness ... was a very intense experience...and has had a confusing effect on me. Quantitatively the statistics reveal only the most simplistic of details: 26 men black men 9:30 hours 34 loads of black sperm pumped into me. But the psychological effects are much more complicated, hard to express, and haunting. The intent of stripping away my personality and reducing me to a helpless mindless animal with the only purpose to receive an endless supply of unknown cock was achieved. In retrospect, this is a daunting vision which continually flashes through my mind. The ultimate submissive act...I think yes...Helplessly restrained, blindfolded, gagged, and with legs held apart by a metal contraption designed specifically to allow access to my hole to be never limited. My demure freshly waxed pussy..violated, and defiled....used relentlessly and pounded. The seed of the man before dripping from me, awaiting the next and the next and the next until it gapes, is dilated and destroyed....swollen, open, disfigured but exposed for all to see. The thick sperm jam overflowing....my inner thighs a mixture of many and my torso a reservoir for the residue....and I lay helpless, awaiting the next. And them I ponder an even more conflicted realization...that this animal ritual is to breed me...a white middle aged woman married to an older white man...scheduling planning and timing an event to coincide with ovulation...choosing only the largest cocks To be found, to split me, fill me...anonymous, faceless, nameless men, all to provide evidence to the world that I am a black cock ....and to be able to say..." I don't know who the father is" ...as if this was a special merit badge on my Cumslut curriculum. As the hours proceed, even in my sense deprived incarceration...each cock feels unique...and the motions, movements and pace... a private expression of each of my potential impregnators. As they cum one by one deep into me, my own orgasm is uncontrolled as the shoot their seed...oh how I want to wrap my legs tightly around their body, my arms across their back...to open my mouth, to interlace our tongues at the moment of release...but I cannot. ...forbidden by design from closeness and passion. As the final hour nears...I am nearly unconscious...having taken them all, but now near exhaustion. ....as the last man empties and quietly shuts the door without a word. I lay privately alone ....contemplative...questioning..."am I sick, depraved or insane" ...will I be ashamed one day...sorry...or is it the culmination of a journey...a graduation..... |
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