Experiences of lifetimes (Futa/Male)

My wrists are red and sore, the rope gnawing gently but consistently into my skin after what must have been hours. I lay on my back, with each arm pulled to their side and down with rope tied to the bed legs. My feet was also secured, giving me no options to move or escape. And my head dangled upside down off the end of the bed with a view to two massive balls swinging back and forth.

They glistened with sweat, cum and my saliva, flinging spittle everywhere as they continued to slap into my face. Through the haze of sweat, cum and dangerously heavy balls swinging, I could see her smooth legs rocking back and forth and hear her moans picking up, again. She pulled out most of the massive cock that had been pounding in my throat. It was a long fat pulsing beast that seemed to go on forever as she slid it back out, blocking everything behind it, blocking her. I could see it’s fat cum-vein pulsing, signaling that she was close. My jaw hurt from the constant strain of trying to fit something so beastial in it and my throat was raw after the endless pounding. The head was stuck in my mouth with its flared up fat mushroom that had ballooned to inhuman proportions and from it I could taste the pre-cum that dripped incessantly.

”Mmm.” I heard her hum above, the saliva coated monster still blocking everything.

Her hand came down on my chest and slid down my body as she leaned forward. I knew she was holding back on not just plowing the fat cock down again and exploding inside me. She was taking her time, enjoying the moment. She had been teasing this load for a while now, keeping herself on edge and collecting more and more cum for this last explosion. The fat balls had been striking harder and heavier for each minute as they grew with her denial for release. Hanging calmly in front of my eyes, I could have sworn I could see them slowly expand.

”You’ve taken so much, my love. My sweetheart.” She purred in bliss as she hands continued over my bloated stomach. Countless loads of cum had filled me beyond comprehension. The tautness of my stomach was more and more present. And the ever increasing pressure from within from her endless supply of white sticky cum that she had pumped again and again into me.

With her hand on my stomach, I had for the first time a sense of how swollen I’ve become. I must’ve looked at the end of a pregnancy. Her hand slid over a stomach that bulged out like a soccer ball, skin stretched smooth and fine. It was worrying but all this pain, this discomfort, evaporated easily when she spoke and touched me.

”What a beautiful man you are.” Her hand caressed me as it travelled back and gently stroked my wet cheek.

”Allowing me to ravage you. To use you as a cum dumpster, flooding you again and again. But how much can you take? I would like to say that I am worried for you, but you know how I am. What I am. And you released all bonds on me. I have no restraints anymore. And I can finally try to exhaust myself, empty all that I have.” Her voice was sultry, calm and filled with lust beyond understanding. And a slow moan grew from her lips as she started to push that giant cock into my throat again.

And now I was sure I could see that fat sack grow as it swung towards me again. Her cock burrowing inch after inch into me, the fat heat bulging my skin obscenely out as it plunged deeper, followed by fat meat of ungodly proportions. And when she finally hilted, hitting what I felt must been my stomach and with that massive pouch resting on my face, I heard her mutter beneath her breath.

”I hope you don’t break.” She whispered and I felt a shiver rush through my body.

***

I met her a few weeks ago. It had been a long week. Well, it had been a long year to be honest. And after another night out, with friends too good at the game, I was alone at 24/7 diner, munching on some fries and pondering on what I did wrong when I was out. Why was it so hard to talk to women?

”You by yourself?” A soft voice asked and I turned my head and saw a beautiful girl, beginning or late twenties. It was hard to pinpoint. She had curly brown hair ending in purple tips that cascaded down her shoulders and wonderful brown eyes. She had a dark blue sweater that couldn’t conceal a very ample bosom.

”Erh, yeah.” I managed to say, still a little booze in me and taken aback by her beauty and that innocent sweet smile she flashed at me.

”Hope you don’t mind sitting here with you. There’s a guy that keeps on chasing me and I’m not interested. But he has a hard time getting the hint.” She looked over her shoulder and I saw a guy hanging around the door, waiting for her to sit down before deciding on going in or out.

”Sure, sure.” I said and was about to gesture to the other side of the table but she sat ri

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