[M4F] To the Fat-Assed Fuckhole with Heavy Milkers: Your Owner is Calling.

Let's cut the bullshit. I'm not here for your mind, your dreams, or your pathetic fucking personality. I am a primal force, a predator at the top of the food chain, and my instincts are screaming. I have a biological, gut-deep, carnal need that only a very specific type of female livestock can satisfy. I'm not looking for a woman. I am issuing a formal requisition for a prime-cut, fat-assed fuckhole with a pair of heavy, swollen milkers. I am the Bull, and you are the sow I will claim for breeding.

You're reading this, and your chair is already getting damp, isn't it? A thick, slick heat is pooling between your thighs, soaking the gusset of your pathetic little panties. You can feel the throb. Don't fucking lie. You've always known what you are. You're a biological marvel of sluttiness, a creature designed for brutal, repetitive use. That ass of yours... it's not for sitting pretty. It's a goddamn masterpiece of fuckable flesh, a 50+ inch shelf of soft, jiggly meat that was built to be bruised purple by my hand and pounded into submission. It's a target, a grip, a shock absorber for the kind of relentless, gut-deep fucking that would shatter a lesser woman.

And those tits... let's not even call them breasts. They're fucking udders. Heavy, swollen, veiny milkers that strain against whatever flimsy fabric you try to contain them in. Those big, dark areolas and thick, teat-like nipples weren't made for delicate kisses. They were made to be bitten, pinched, and sucked raw by a hungry mouth, to be milked until they're dripping and exquisitely tender. Deep down, in that filthy little corner of your brain you never talk about, you know this is your purpose. You feel the constant, gnawing ache of an empty womb and unused holes. You are a walking, breathing invitation for total and complete degradation.

When I get my hands on you, it won't be a date. It will be a fucking claiming. I will strip you naked and inspect you like the prize-winning livestock you are, my hands pinching and measuring your flesh, assessing your breeding potential. I'll bend you over, my first act will be to bury my face in the crack of that massive ass, inhaling the musky, pheromone-rich scent of my new property before I spit a thick glob of saliva on your puckered little shithole, my only lube.

I'm not going to ease it in. I am going to ram my colossal, bull-cock into your tight asshole with one, brutal, tearing thrust that will rip a scream from your soul. I will use that fat ass for leverage, grabbing a handful of each cheek, my fingers digging in as I begin to pound you with a relentless, punishing rhythm. You will feel your guts being rearranged, your mind shattering into a million pieces of pure, agonizing pleasure. While I'm destroying your ass, I will be mauling your tits, my free hand grabbing, twisting, and pulling them until you're begging for mercy.

I will fuck every single one of your holes until they are raw, swollen, and leaking. I will flood your cunt with load after thick, hot load of my seed, my only goal to knock you up, to see that soft belly of yours swell with my offspring. You will be my personal broodmare, my milk-cow, my fat-assed fuckhole. You will be kept sore, leaking, and perpetually pregnant.

Your Application (Your First Act of Worship):

Your first message will not be "hi." It will not be an introduction. It will be a fucking inventory report from a piece of property to its owner.

Address me as 'Master' or 'Bull'.

List your stats: Age, height, weight, and be brutally honest and detailed about the measurements of those heavy tits and that fat ass.

Describe the pathetic state of your panties right now. Be graphic. Tell me the color, the fabric, and exactly how soaked they are with your needy grool.

Confess. Tell me how long you've known you were nothing more than a set of holes and a pair of milkers waiting for a real man to claim you.

Start begging me to claim you. Show me how desperately my new fuck-sow wants to be bred. Now.