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.

"There's no need for that tone," I say.

"You're my fiancé so I can talk to you however I want. We are going to spend the rest of our lives together or have you forgotten that I may already be pregnant."

"You may not be," I say.

"Oh," she says. "I'll make sure that I fuck the living soul out of you by the end of my fertile period," she says. "You WILL impregnate me."

"This is rape," I say,

"She grabs my balls and forces me to fuck her," I say at the nearest police station. I am shivering from running over while still wet from the shower.

In walks Nancy, with nothing but a towel on and she is still barefoot, hair wet.

"There you are," she says. "I've been looking all over for this little guy," she says.

The police look at her and then at me. They are amazed that I was complaining about being raped by such a beautiful woman.

"Thank you gentlemen for finding my widdew boy fwend."

She tugs at my cheeks and when I pull away, she grabs my balls, somehow her towel does not drop and she squeezes my balls, "You're being naughty and that's not okay. You need to be a loyal boyfriend and come home with me right now so I can have my way with you."

Every officer in the place is dumbfounded. They are in awe and very jealous.

"Officers," I say. "Can't you hear her. She just said she would have her way with me. I protest! I do not want to continue fucking this slut!"

"Be a dear," she coos at one officer. "Handcuff him and bring him home with me so that I can rape him some more."

They are all too happy to oblige and we are brought home in the back of a squad car, her groping me openly in the back seat while making small talk with the officers.

I am taken out of the cuffs and placed in the love seat where she makes her way over to me, dismissing the officers and thanking them, adding: "If he gives me any more trouble, can I depend on you gentlemen to make sure I have a way to get him home when I need to release my sexual energy? I can't imagine ever fucking another man and I simply cannot live without my little boyfriend!"

"No problem miss." Says the officer. He is actually the Chief of Police. "It will be my sworn duty and the duty of all officers to make sure that you two are fucking like jackrabbits and that no man gets in between the two of you."

They all nod their heads and place their hands over their hearts, vowing to protect our marriage.

"I don't want this," I say. "Yes, I know she is super hot and blonde and has a gorgeous body but don't I get a say in this?"

"No!" Snaps my girlfriend, who wipes the tears from her eyes after the display of bravery from the officers. "Now get the fuck out, officers. I have a boyfriend to rape and whose children to bear and you can all get to work on our wedding. I want it to be the wedding of a civil servant complete with a parade and a fabulous march by the National Guard."

The officers pipe up, "I could not agree more and speaking on behalf of this fine city, you two will be the crown jewell of our state and country."

The officer then turns his attention to me, "Do us proud son." he says. "Make a baby in this beautiful blonde slut!"

As the officers leave, they each give me a salute or a firm handshake. These are handshakes that I'm forced to reciprocate because they are esteemed police and deserve respect but they imply that I am shaking hands with the people who are condoning my rape. This is so weird!

When they are finally gone, she jumps on top of me. Her towel falls to the floor and she is all over me with an instantly wet pussy. It's like instant noodles, its hot and sloppy.

She fucks me within an inch of my life as I protest and ask her to please stop. She forces me to empty my load inside of her. She forces my dick in her pussy, with her feet in the air and tells me all about how many children she is going to bear for me. She says we are going to have at least ten children and they are going to be mostly, if not all, girls. She knows this to be true somehow and I know it too.

"We are going to have a house full of teenage girls, half naked on their periods screaming about boys and coming to you for advice and support and calling you daddy. A whole house full of bare feet scampering up and down stairs crying, Daddy, so and so wants to go to the mall but I want to play Malibu Stacy! Crying for daddy to give them a foot rub and I'm going to be a well fucked wife because I'm going to rape you if you won't fuck me so I know I'll be satisfied with your cock for the rest of my life and you well... you'll get used to it!"

We sit by the windowsill. Her head rests on my shoulder. Her hair drapes down over my arm. "I love you," she says. She holds my hand over her pussy. She is naked and I have been mad at her and not talking to her.

"I love you too," I say. "But you can't just storm into someone's life no matter how blonde and beautiful you are."

"But you see how other men look at me," she says.


"So go on and be with other men," I say.

She kisses me on the lips and forces me to open my teeth and accept her probing tongue in my mouth. This feels like a mini rape. "Never say anything so disgusting again in my presence," she says. "You are the only dick I'm ever going to fuck for the rest of my life and this pussy," she grinds her vag into my hand. Its wet. "Is the only pussy you will ever be exposed to for the rest of your's unless you are conducting a medical exam on one of our daughters in the future."

"Isn't that what gynecologists are for," I say.

"No," she says. "You, as the girls' father will perform all pap smears from now on. Don't you dare give me an argument. I want our daughters to trust you with their most private and intimate parts and I want you to feel comfortable talking to them about their sexuality and their bodies."

Then she leans in and gazes into my eyes. She stares lovingly as her blond hair shines around her beautiful white face. "I love you," she says. "I'll never love anyone else and I need you to marry me. Can I count on you to do that?" She says. "I don't care if you are awkward or weird or say the wrong thing or emotionally abusive or whatever you are. I don't care. I don't care if you are an alcoholic or smoke weed or anything. I legit don't care if you do anything just as long as we stay totally loyal to each-other. If you can't get your dick hard, I'll just rape you. I am not afraid of anything you can possibly do but I need you to be loyal to me. Can you do that? Can I please keep on raping you for the rest of your life?"

She looks at me with big doughy and loving eyes.

"No," I say. "You may not rape me!"

She then kisses.

"I know you mean yes by that," she says and proceeds to grab my dick and bring me to the bed where she mounts me despite my protests and has me unload all of my semen into her unprotected vagina while she rides me reverse cowgirl with her thin feet resting on either side of my hips. She then turns and tells me, "I can't wait to have your baby, my husband."