Painful

It's that moment when he pulls out that is the most painful. Oh, that monster cock of his really hurt on the way in. I begged him to pause for a moment to adjust to his huge invader, and then I grimaced as he kindly, slowly, forcefully impaled me with the biggest rod ever to invade what now could only be labelled as my pussy.

Then he began to fuck me. Slow, fast, forcefully, gently--it didn't matter. I felt every stroke, every push, every pull. He got harder. He got bigger. I couldn't go much longer. I thought he had reached my stomach, the invasion was so complete. Still, I wanted him there. The pain was part of being bred, and the stroking itself felt amazing! I was a pussy. As the humiliation rushed over me, so did the sense that this is how i was meant live: serving men sexually, abandoning not only my masculinity, but even my maleness by locking it away in chastity. 

When he came inside, I pussy-gasmed but didn't spurt. Have I truly become female in my sexual appetites? My pussy felt so full, so content.

Then, he began to pull out and sadness envelopes me. He will no longer be inside me, dominating me, subjecting me to his cock, feminizing me, completing me. Despite the invasion, the animalistic thrusts, this last pain was the hardest to endure: my pussy was empty. I no longer served my man.