Filling the needy womb

OKAY it’s weird, trigger warning: cumflation and piss play.

I love feeling a sense of fullness. There is nothing more I want than to be kept as a breeding body. I am tied by ribbons to a wall. I can get away if I want, but I submit willingly.

When you are at work, you plug my pussy so that nothing precious leaks out of there. I have no choice but to wait there, imagining millions of your sperm swimming, eager, towards my egg, as the plug securely rests in my vagina. My pink labia are getting redder as I get aroused to the thought that the conception might be happening this very moment.

When you finally return, you don’t hurry to untie me. You suckle on my breasts, the nipples protruding far as if I have already started breastfeeding. You caress my body, appreciating my figure and my wide hips. You gently remove the plug and I gasp, trying to adjust to the empty feeling. You hold me close as you hurry to insert your large penis. I sign in pleasure at the intrusion, and I welcome being full again. Standing missionary. Your arm around my waist as you angle your hips to reach me as deep as possible. Ovulation juices and sperm from previous attempts roll down my legs. I climax, feeling your head gently kiss my cervix repeatedly. I can feel thick ropes of white cum leaving you and flowing into me. But it’s not enough. You press our hips together, keeping your softening penis firmly inside. There is something hot filling me again, this time a much larger quantity. I climax a second time.

You kiss me as you put the plug back into place.