Yes, yes, yes! Master’s gonna fuck me. He’s gonna breed me and fill me up with so much cum that I’ll never stop being pregnant. My titties will be as juicy as my sister-bimbos and Master will suck on them whenever he wants!

“Have a taste, Cammy,” he commands, giving his dick another stroke.

That’s all I need. I scramble close and suck his cock down, the flavor exploding on my mouth and my pussy crying out in joy. He tastes so salty, so thick, so manly that I know his is the cock above all other cocks. I’ve never wanted one before, but Master’s cock is exactly what I need and I’ll be empty if I never feel it inside of me.

I slobber all over it. This blow job isn’t something pretty. But I need to get as much of him as possible. I lick and suck and make as many noises as I can. He likes it when I moan, I can tell by the way he grabs my hair and tugs me deeper until his cock bumps against the back of my throat.

I’m choking and gagging and it’s perfect even when tears start streaming down my eyes. His precum is so thick and there’s so much of it. It’s leaking down my throat and starting to change me. My titties are expanding and my butt is getting bigger and more sensitive. Even better, it’s soaking into my brain, soaking up those last stray thoughts about stupid stuff. College. The future. Smarts.

None of that matters except for Master.

I want to suck him down forever, but Master pushes me off of him. My mouth is in a surprised O and I’m scared that I’ve upset him. 

His cock is so hard. I can’t look away. I’m stuck looking at the thick vein down the center and the way precum beads on the tip and drips off in a steady stream, all made extra shiny by my bimbo spit.

He picks me up and I laugh vacantly. He’s so strong. Master doesn’t take me far. He bends me over the couch so my face is pressed into the cushions and I can feel him all over my back.

His cock, Master’s cock, pushes into me. He doesn’t go slow. I don’t want him to go slow. I want him to jam that thing into me so I’m marked forever as his property. I want him to brand his name on me so everyone knows I belong to him.

My slut brain is too dumb to realize I don’t know Master’s real name. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but the feel of his cock inside of me.

Stroke.

I’m Master’s bimbo.

Thrust.

My mind belongs to Master.

Stroke.

I’m a stupid, horny slut.

Thrust.

Master is the best.

Stroke.

I’m nothing without Master.

Thrust.

Master is my god.

He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts and I’m one big orgasm. I don’t know where my cums begin or end, except for with his cock. With a roar he empties into me and my mind goes absolutely blank with pleasure.

I’m completely drunk on Master’s cum and I start giggling and I can’t stop. “Wheee!” The sound bursts out of me.

But Master isn’t done. He’s got so much more than one cum.

He flips me over and hitches my leg over his shoulder. I hold on, digging my fingers into his arms and hoping I don’t fall over. 

Master uses and uses me until I’m sure my body can’t take anymore cum. When I try and move I feel all sloshy and filled up and I’m sure there’s a baby in me.

I can’t talk. It all comes out in silly sounds that don’t make any sense. I’m drooling and dizzy and so cum dumb that I can’t do anything more than lay there and breathe.

My slut sisters clean me up with their tongues as I shiver in pleasure, baptized by Master’s tongue.

There’s no such thing as time anymore. 

But I need Master’s cock in me again!

***

There used to be days and weeks but that’s a stupid way of counting things. All that matters are the times I’ve taken Master’s loads. It’s more than five! I don’t to good numbers past that.

I’m bouncing on a dildo in front of one of the cameras. Master’s looking at me and telling me what to do.

I love when he tells me what to do. It’s the only way I remember things that aren’t fucking.

“Say it, Cammy, make it count.”

He wants me to make a video, just like the one that brought me to him. Me and Bliss still have more friends who can be our bimbo slut sisters.

“Girls don’t need to worry when Master can take care of them. I love being Master’s bimbo. Young and dumb and full of Master’s cum!” I bounce faster and faster, chasing the cum that’s right there. Master coated the dildo himself. And he said if I’m good he’ll fuck me again.

“I’m a good girl for Master. I’m a silly little bimbo. Fuck me, Master. Please? I’m a good girl!” I bounce and bounce and bounce. My tits are jiggling with me. They’re so big now and starting to get milky. I can’t wait til my belly swells up like Bambi and Bliss. 

I’m such a horny pregnant slut for Master.

“Good girl,” Master tells me.

I cum.

I dunno why I ever worried about anything. This is the best life ever.