Perfect Little Breeding Whore

Being the Perfect Little Breeding Whore

Hello, naughty ones. Remember my seeded slut ghost story? The one where I felt drawn to a haunted house.  A very possessive ghost fucked me.  I thought I got away. But I was wrong. I was his perfect little breeding whore unaware.  It was an erotic haunted house breeding session!

Being His Perfect Little Breeding Whore

He haunts me. Or maybe I’ve belonged to him from the second I begged for his cum deep inside me. His voice still growls in my ears, and I often feel his grip, invisible but tight, around my throat and hips. In those moments, I live in his world, under his rules. And both my home and body become his.

Sometimes I wake up trembling and sore or aroused and frustrated.   Tell-tale signs of his night visit.   And that he had his way with me. And he’s not always alone.

Other spirits come when he wants them to, literally and figuratively speaking. They, too, are shadows. Those shadows growl and groan all the filthy things they intend to do to me in my ear. And they don’t ask. They take. I’m defenseless in these situations as their perfect little breeding whore because there are no faces, bodies, or names. There are just invisible mouths, hands, and cocks, and voices that whisper the same thing again and again: “What a perfect little breeding whore you are.”

Sometimes it starts before the fucking even begins

A cold mouth will wrap around my nipple out of nowhere—no warning, just wet suction and a growl against my chest. My back arches. My pussy clenches. I feel the milk gush down their throat as their tongue flicks and drags over my sensitive skin. They suck hard, greedy, like they haven’t nursed in days, though they were latched onto my breasts just hours ago. This is my lot as their perfect little breeding whore.

At other times, they feed during the gangbangs. One spirit thrusts into me, stretching me wide and filling me with its seed over and over, while another presses its invisible weight to my chest and suckles, lips tugging, jaws working. The pressure makes my nipples spray. And sometimes they fight over who gets to nurse first.

I’ve had one clamped down on each tit, both sucking in rhythm while another ghost pumps into me below. My whole body throbs, milk flows, and my pussy drips in response to their cocks and mouths using me all at once. And they don’t stop until they’ve emptied me.

Then when they’re done, they taunt me, telling me I was made to be fucked and fed from, over and over again. And I no longer try to escape because I realize it’s an exercise in futility. Plus, I’ve never felt more content than I do now as the perfect little breeding whore I was always meant to be for them.

Would you take a seat beside the bed and watch? Call me and confess.

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