My dare #081 - The one where Brock nailed me - Sex Stories

My dare #081 - The one where Brock nailed me

... not care less what it was, I did care that it might tear my pussy.

The pleasure, pain, and panic were rushing through my head. I could not think clearly anymore. I tried to reach the knot with my hands to prevent it to be inserted into me, only to realize that I was still in cuffs and my arms were under the sofa. There was nothing else to do than just see and experience the violation that Brock had prepared for me. At first, he had no difficulty fucking me with the knot of his, but after half a minute or so, it had grown quite big. He had to slow down, but he did not stop. Without any mercy, he kept stretching the entrance of my vagina. Whenever my pussy gave in and the ball was safely inside, I breathed in relief. But then I had to experience how my sensitive pussy was forced open again when he pulled back. It was not enough that I had to witness how he was molding my cunt, the knot was also able to scrape an increasing amount of our combined juices out of my vagina. And for my displeasure, it all rained down on me. I could not contain my moans and screams, so I surely got my share of the taste of it.

'PLEASE! AAAH! NO!!!! MORE! GOD! PLEASE!', I cried when Brock kept jackhammering me with his fist-sized knot. I had no idea how long could I last before my body gave out. But luckily, it never came to that. After a particularly difficult insertion, I saw my chance and I clenched my aching pussy as hard as still I could. I felt him trying to pull it out, but fortunately, ...

... he had grown too big. The knot sealed our bodies together and made sure that nothing would leave my vagina before he was done with what he was planning to do.

I might've not had known about "knots", but I did know enough about mammals and males. I knew what came next. This also gave me a general idea what was the purpose of the knot. He was about to release the pressure from his balls and paint my insides with his sperm. I could not miss the noticeable twitches coming from the testicles that were hanging right next to my eyes. I took a closer look at his balls and I could not stop myself to think how much semen did he have in store. The skin on his balls was stretched so tight that it gave the impression of a small bowling ball. "Oh fuck... If he empties those into me, I will be cleaning myself daily for a week, and still... I don't think it is enough.", I thought to myself while I was recovering from violent fucking.

Even though we were finally knotted, Brock was not done. His loins were still making his cock move inside of my pussy, but he was nowhere near forcible as he had been. In fact, the movement felt quite nice actually. While whimpering from the pleasurable sensations that I had not felt for a while, I looked closely at my pussy mound. More precisely, I stared at the shape of the knot which was clearly visible inside of me. Also, due to how my body had been bent, the cock itself was partially visible. I could not understand how something as big had been able to ...