conceptionperfection: Haley snapped a selfie and sent it off. This was the easiest job interview she
conceptionperfection: Haley snapped a selfie and sent it off. This was the easiest job interview she’d ever had. Blonde, with perky tits and a tight body, her looks had never been an obstacle for her. Minutes later, her phone buzzed. She got goosebumps as she read the response to her message: “Peabody Hotel. Room 213. Be there in an under an hour, or don’t come at all. Wear the outfit you wore in the picture.” She searched for the address online. She grimaced when she saw the estimated time to destination: 55 minutes, walking. This would be close. Eager to make a good first impression, she followed her potential employer’s instructions precisely. She threw on a light jacket, slipped on her running shoes, and ran out the door. She barely made it, but she made it. Despite running through the city at a dead sprint for almost an hour, she arrived at the door to room 213 with just a minute to spare. She was still catching her breath when the door opened. A man dressed in business attire greeted her in a curt, professional tone. “You are Haley, yes?” She nodded, and he ushered into the suite. She started feeling nervous again. What was she doing? How did she end up here? She knew. She was here because she’d been watching porn and playing with herself, and got so turned she impulsively answered a chat message from a man asking if she’d do a private strip show in real life. She’d bad choices because she was horny before, of course - the three way with her Yoga instructor and her husband, several one night stands, and a few ill fated relationships. But this was different. Fear started to overwhelm her arousal as she surveyed the master bedroom. There was no bed. Instead, there was what looked like an examination table. Leather straps hung off the table. Metal buckles gleamed, reflecting the midday sun shining in through the window. This was way more intense than what she’d prepared herself for. Haley took a few backward steps out of the bedroom, stammering an excuse for leaving, when she felt something pinch her neck. The light in the room suddenly dimmed and her eyes drooped shut. The next thing Haley felt was the leather straps, looped around her ankles, her thighs, her arms, her chest, and her neck. She was lying on the exam table. Straps around her ankles and thighs spread her legs apart. A draft of cold air swept between her legs. He’d taken her panties off. She could feel the leather straps rubbing against her bare nipples. She was exposed. A light shone brightly in her eyes, practically blinding her. Someone had positioned a light over her, shining on her face, ensuring the rest of the room was in shadow. Exposed, defenseless, she tried to scream for help. Despite her best efforts, the straps across her throat and chest prevented her from making more than a low moan. She heard the sound of footsteps coming from what she assumed was the tile in the bathroom. Then it was gone. Then she heard the metallic clink of a belt buckle being unfastened, then falling to the floor. Rough hands slid up and down her exposed thighs. Then she felt it. It started as a little dot of pressure between her thighs, at the entrance to her sex. Then it grew. Rubbery flesh pressed into the lips between her legs. “Fuck.” a man’s voice said. Haley wasn’t sure whether he was telling her what to do, or expressing frustration at the fact that she wasn’t exactly primed for his advances. The pressure subsided momentarily. When it returned, she understood what he’d paused for. Lube. “Please…” she croaked. “No.” He was not deterred. Haley felt his heat, felt his throbbing. He slid into her slowly, almost gently, until he was all the way inside. “Don’t talk. Don’t struggle. Just be. You don’t have to enjoy this. You don’t even have to be awake for this.” She felt him start to withdraw, then slam his length home. The gentleness was gone, replaced by a frantic rhythm. She was too scared, too helpless to fully process what was happening. Her mind dulled the reality. Just make it through these next few minutes, she told herself. This will be over soon. In a way, she was right. This was unlike any sex she’d ever experienced. He only cared about his pleasure, and it showed. He pumped into her violently, quickly, as if he wanted to cum as quickly as possible. That thought made her start trying to figure out where she was in her cycle. The results weren’t good. She was almost two weeks in. “Fuck,” he hissed, as he continued fucking her. Hours of masturbating to breeding fantasies were coming back to haunt Haley in that moment. This was like so many of the stories she’d read, while gently rubbing her clit and squirming in her bed. She’d inadvertently conditioned herself to become aroused by situations just like this. A groan escaped her lips, before she could stop herself. She felt her nipples stiffen against the leather straps restraining her chest. The man’s length, spreading her open as he probed deeper. The tip of his cock as he nudged at the nubby entrance to her womb. A tingling sensation that started at her core slowly began spreading through her sex and out over her body. She didn’t try to hide the next groan. “Yes,” she said, as the tendrils of an orgasm took root in her sex. She cramped, her whole body tensing, working towards release. The wave of pleasure was just about to crest when she felt the man push into her, and a new warmth spread into her wetness. Not yet, she thought. I’m so close. He’d cum. And as soon as his cock stopped twitching inside her, he withdrew, leaving her on the edge of a climax that didn’t come. Little did she know, this was only the beginning of her new existence. Then she felt that pressure again, at the entrance to her sex. She couldn’t believe he was ready to go again. He wasn’t. As soon as she felt her lips part, and stiffness slide into her velvety warmth, she realized it was someone new. It was then that she heard other muffled male voices in the room with her. She tried to count how many voices she heard, but lost count as the man between her legs shuddered, added his own seed to her womb, and was replaced by the next man waiting to use her. By the end of the day (night?) Haley had been used by dozens of men. Their seed still oozed from her sore, stretched pussy. A cold, sticky puddle of cum was drying underneath Haley’s ass. Her nipples had rubbed themselves raw against the leather restraint. She was hungry, tired, chafed, and dehydrated. And she’d likely stay that way, lying there, a warm hole connected to an attractive body, her sole purpose being to provide a warm, wet, velvety place for strangers to pump into and spray their seed. Thanks to @fuck-toy-haley for the picture. Good god, that body is dying to be knocked up. Got that was hot -- source link