Another Lil Sleepover Fantasy: I Wake Up Next To You, And Turn Over To See Your Shirt Is Barely Covering

Cum get me. Feed me female hormones. Inject me with female hormones. Take my testicles to make the female hormones work faster. Fill me with your superior seed. I’ll be your full figured white Muslimah. Let me pleasure you orally or with my boi pussy. & if that’s not enough remove my manhood completely & give me a vagina.

white bois and girls for Allah

(via bathammer2, bathammer2, yuss-property)

I wish I looked like this from behind

Looking for someone in Ontario to feminize me

Inject me with female hormones

Feed me female hormones

Take my testicles

Feminize my face

Invert my penis into a tight little pussy so I have 3 holes to satisfy you

Anyone Canadians up to this task?

So true

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i cannot get enough of your all the way through content, would you ever write more? like maybe being fucked by a ghost whose cock can pass through things at will, allowing them to fuck your cunt and stretch open your cervix only to keep going until you feel the head coming out of your mouth. and maybe its cock is long enough that it can get itself off without ever pulling out of your throat, leaving you filled completely and totally suffocated.

idk just the idea of all the way thru that you can do again and again instead of just,, u know,,, dying

Ooh, this is a nice idea <3

Maybe I end up fooling around a little too much with "ritual" objects that claim to "have a connection to the afterlife". That stuff isn't real, right? It's all too easy for me to dismiss all of it, especially when it ends up having absolutely zero immediate effect on me. Of course, that's just hubris on my part, assuming the incorporeal can't effect me. It's not like I could reasonably fend it off.

I learn my lesson the hard way in public. I gasp when something ice-cold prods at my cunt beneath my clothes, which earns me a few concerned stares from passers-by; I brush off their worry and hurry to the nearest restroom, trying not to panic as my pussy is again caressed. I lock myself into a single-stall and hurriedly take off my pants to figure out what the hell is going on, only to be greeted by...nothing. I can't see anything that might be causing this. Just as I figure out what's going on, the ghost messing with me decides to take its mischief even further, which almost makes me moan.

I manage to hold myself back and just hurry home as fast as I can without acting suspicious, which is more difficult than it seems when there's something chilling me from the inside out. All the while, the ghost is spreading me more and more, pushing deeper and deeper inside me with slow purpose, and I can do nothing to stop it as I fumble with the front door of my house, slamming it closed behind me. As soon as I manage to get it locked, I stumble to my bedroom for at least a little bit of comfort as the ghost reaches my cervix.

I lean over my bed, as though actually presenting my cunt to a partner despite being fully-clothed. The ghost presses up against my cervix for a few moments, but it doesn't feel like it's genuinely having trouble; quite the opposite, in fact. The ghost knows exactly what it can do to me, and it's all too glad to do it. It follows through when it pops through my cervix with little resistance, making me whine loudly as it fills my womb with hardly any effort.

Still, it pushes deeper, further, paying no mind to my moaning or squirming. The chill of its cock sends shivers up my spine, and so does the feeling of having my womb filled by something I can't even see. It doesn't even stop at my womb, the freezing cold of its body creeping further and further into mine, and my eyes roll back in my head at the sensation, toes curling, knees shaking. The only thing I can do is grab useless handfuls of the blankets as the ghost violates me more thoroughly than I've ever been violated before.

The ghost's plans reach a climax when something spreads my throat open. I can still breathe, thanks to its incorporeal nature, but that doesn't stop me from swallowing around it reflexively, enamored with the sensation despite just how unsettling this entire situation is. It only gets better when the ghost starts thrusting, using my entire body as a cocksleeve just because it can. Just because I was the one who messed around a little bit too much with things I didn't understand. Now, I'm paying for it with whatever pleasure I can grant the afterlife.

Of course, I must be making the ghost feel good if it wants to keep doing this at all, but it also seems to delight in making me react, using long, powerful strokes that spread my throat open wide each time. The ghostly cock slides easily over my tongue and out of my open mouth, and I almost wish I could see it, just to have the pleasure of knowing who or what I was serving. I'm learning to like this much more quickly than I thought I would.

It doesn't take the ghost too much time to reach the edge of pleasure, Its motions losing their deliberate feeling as its strokes stutter and change rhythm. It thrusts faster, harder, opening me up more powerfully, and I arch my back despite the fact that the ghost needs no help from me to access whatever part of my body it wants. It's just my natural reaction to knowing that whoever's fucking me is getting closer and closer to climax.

When the ghost reaches orgasm, its entire cock twitches inside of my body, an odd sensation that makes me moan - but I can't moan for long. The ghost pulls back just enough for its cum to flood my mouth. A supernatural force prevents me from parting my lips to let any of it out, and so it fills my cheeks easily before pouring down my throat around the phantom intruder. My stomach fills to capacity easily, so the ectoplasmic seed takes the next route out and fills my guts, bloating my midsection, rounding it out to hang heavy beneath me as my eyes roll back in my head.

Finally, the ghost stops. It remains plugged in my body, yes, but at least it's not thrusting anymore, which allows me a little bit of room to regain my senses. Shivering, I look down at my midsection, enchanted with the way my shirt stretches tight over my full middle. I drag my fingertips across it, and the ghost twitches again, which makes me gasp.

I don't know if the ghost plans to pull out anytime soon, but frankly, I hope it doesn't. I want to know how far it can go.

Sign me up

No but it makes my clittie drip