There once was a girl named Nancy Camelhoe. She was blonde, slender and had a rump to die for. She always wore rompers and booty shorts, short skirts that wrapped about her hips lovingly and all of her underwear was thongs. She was never polite, had no etiquette whatsoever and openly called herself a slut. So much so, that she decided it best to have out with it and when introducing herself to strangers for the first time, she would say, "I'm Nancy Camelhoe." Then she would kick her leg up, holding it up with one arm and exposing her crotch area, where her fat pussy lips would surely be visible through the thin material of her slutty shorts. "I'm a slut!" She would proudly declare.
"She is comfortable in her sexuality," I tell my parents. Nancy riffles through my fridge, her fat ass and hour glass, slim body bouncing around. She has kicked her shoes off to be respectful of my place. "I have to go," I say, hanging up the phone.
Nancy tiptoes barefoot over to me having concocted for herself a whip cream and Jello sundae. She plants her bum on my lap and puts her feet on my knees saying, "the floor is so cold on my toesies."
She spun around suddenly.
"Try this," she says.
I am forced to open my mouth and receive a fingertip of whip cream in my mouth. She pushes her finger in deeper than necessary and I am forced to gag. She keeps her finger in my throat for a bit longer, then releases the hand that she surreptitiously placed on the back of my head.
"You did so well, baby." She says and kisses my lips, shoving her whipped cream and gelatin covered tongue into my mouth. "I love that you will eat whatever I tell you to eat," she says. "As my new boyfriend, you should be willing to eat anything I put into your mouth, because I love you and you know that I would never try to hurt you. Open your mouth now," she says, adding please for good measure.
Nancy Camelhoe feeds me whipped cream and forces her chewed gelatin into my mouth. We share a meal, and then she gets off my lap.
"I love you," she says cooingly, almost as if she is talking to a dog and she rears her hand back, grabbing my ballsack, squeezing me lovingly through my khaki pants.
The kitchen in furnished with shiny pans. There are marble and granite counters, a stainless steel fridge and a Samsung dishwasher. "Because you've been such a good boyfriend, I'm going to reward you," she says.
She drops to her knees and pulls my pants down.
She looks straight at my dick, eye level to it and before I can say no she impales her face with my penis and balls. It is only semi hard as of yet so she takes the whole thing in her mouth and she has squid-like suction. Once its inside of her body you can expect to cum. My penis hardens in her mouth and she proceeds to molest me with her face. I say stop but she will not. The door of the cosmos opens up as I'm inhaled by the salivatious mouth of Nancy Camelhoe. She has me right to the edge of cumming when she pulls her shorts down to her ankles, kicks them aside and lays me on the ground.
The same cold ground that she said was cold on her feet.
She then mounts me and begins to bob up and down with my hard cock straining against her outer labia. She softly impales herself looking into my eyes lovingly and says, "I love you. I want you to be my husband. We are soulmates." She says and adds, "I'm not on birth control and this is my most fertile time of the month."
She then rides me furiously while I yell at her to stop. She kisses me to shut me up and grinds her pussy up and down on my cock in Camelhoe fashion. I am forced to shoot rope after rope of cum inside of this fertile whore while she kisses me and whispers how much she loves me.
"Welcome to the end of your freedom," she says. "You're my baby daddy now. That means we are going to be married and my pussy will be the last one you ever get to fuck for the rest of your life. Mine and mine alone."
She then grabs my balls. "I have a very high sex drive to get ready to fuck me several times daily for the rest of your life to satisfy my sexual needs."
She freely fondles my privates for the next hour or so. We take a shower together at her behest and she grabs my ballsack and orders me to turn around.
