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@15-4str0
hey!
Hey y'all, this is my like fourth time making an account, I was 4stro-15 (I think)
it's gonna take a long time to work this acct back up to where my old one was
I'm 19, and I live in the Midwest in the US
any pronouns, afab, and pansexual
my messages are open, however I am taken!
I am taken!! But I'm more than willing to chat w friends!!
love y'all, and if you have any suggestions for when I have fun by myself, lmk! ⬇️ read below the cut for more info
Thinking about non-sexual stretching humiliation. Use a speculum and black gloves to open up my hole as far as you can. Tell me all property needs to be inspected like this. Get a tape measure out and jot down the size of my gape to keep track of my progress. Slip a thermometer in my ass while my cunt is stretched wide. Pinch my nipples and watch how my hole reacts around the speculum. Rub my clit a little and see what happens inside me. Take notes the whole time. Treat me like an experiment.
The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the overhead light. Ivy’s legs rested in the stirrups, thighs already trembling a little as Dr. Hale pulled on a fresh pair of black gloves. The latex snapped tight around her wrists. Hale coated the metal blades of the speculum with a thin layer of clear lubricant, then pressed the tip firmly against Ivy’s entrance. She worked it in with steady pressure, turning the screw in slow, deliberate clicks until Ivy’s cunt stretched wide and stayed that way. Cool air rushed into the open space inside her. The metal blades locked her hole open under the bright light, the stretch deep and unrelenting.
“All property needs this inspection,” Hale said, voice flat and clinical. “No shortcuts. You stay open until I say otherwise.” She held a flexible tape measure against the widest point of the gape, studying the number with a small nod. “Three point nine. Steady improvement.” She wrote the measurement in clean handwriting, the pen scratching across the page. Ivy could feel every inch of the stretch, her inner walls pulled tight around the cold metal, the open space of her cunt fully exposed and measured like any other piece of equipment.
The thermometer went into her ass next. Cool glass pressed past the tight ring of muscle and settled deep while the metal blades kept her cunt forced open. Hale pinched both of Ivy’s nipples at once, hard enough to make her gasp. She watched closely as the walls of Ivy’s stretched hole fluttered and clenched around the open blades. “Good response,” she said. “Note the way the property tightens when the nipples are stimulated.” She wrote it down without looking at Ivy’s face. Then she rubbed Ivy’s clit in small, precise circles with the pad of one gloved finger. The muscles inside Ivy’s cunt jumped hard. The open hole pulsed and fluttered around the metal, wetness gathering at the edges of the stretch.
Hale kept writing the entire time, treating every twitch and clench like data that needed careful recording. “Property reacts strongly to direct clitoral stimulation while fully dilated,” she murmured, pen moving steadily. She pinched the nipples again, harder this time, and watched the gape tighten and release in clear waves. The thermometer stayed buried in Ivy’s ass. The metal blades held her cunt wide open under the light. Ivy’s breathing grew uneven, but Hale never slowed. She rubbed the swollen clit in firm, steady circles, documenting the exact way the stretched walls fluttered and squeezed around the instrument.
The session stayed clinical and complete. Hale noted the size of the gape again after several minutes of stimulation, marking the slight increase as the muscles softened under the constant stretch. She wrote down the temperature reading from the ass thermometer. She recorded how long the hole stayed open without resistance. Every detail went onto the page while her gloved fingers continued working Ivy’s clit and pinching her nipples in turn. Only when the documentation was finished and the notebook closed did she begin to ease the screw, letting the metal blades slowly release their hold on the open, measured cunt.
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I need to be wrecked like this
I’d love to be right there, cock pressed tight against the other one inside her stretched cunt. Every thrust would grind us together while the plug keeps her ass occupied. I’d hold deep and pump her full until she’s leaking down our shafts.
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Put the strap on one of them and watch it mount the other.....that is an afternoon's entertainment sorted
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stick ur tongue out
Entertainment ❤️
Who do think is about to get a hard ass hole fucking (raping). Wonder if there is a line of men waiting to go deep in that cunts guts. Gonna be a long night for this anal whore.
When Im tired of one of my Fucktoys I will let other Men use it roughly for their pleasure 👍🏻
She said she likes foreplay. Little did she know what my foreplay is like. She will be slapped, fondled and choked till her brain is reduce to mush.
Foreplay 👍🏻
needy girls are the cutest
The desperation for attention is adorable.
“Daddy, who do you think is the prettiest? It’s me isn’t it? Tell me you like me the best. I’ll do anything to make you happy.”
I love it when an older man compares me to other girls and tells me I’m his favorite little retard
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Proxy Paige is a well trained Anal Toy 👍🏻
Now you’ll understand why I put super glue on the tip of your noses, bimbos.
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Grip my cock and do not ease up while I slide in and out of you. I go deep each time and watch your eyes roll back as your body takes it. The tighter you hold me the more I give you. Keep those legs up and let me use that hole.
Fuck yes. Pull those cheeks wider and force that hole to take every fat inch. The way you’re gripping me is pure heat. Tight, wet pressure locked around the shaft while you hold yourself open. Don’t ease up. Spread harder so I can drive deeper and feel that slutty ring choke my cock.
Kidnap me and dress me up in cute pink frilly clothing. Make me look up at you with big round eyes and slap me if I don’t. Tell me how pretty I am dressed up for you being so nice I don’t know if I should keep trying to run away or not.
Until one day when I stop struggling when you try to kiss me get pushier and meaner call me a dumb slut and finger me roughly. Tell me all I am is a pretty object to keep around the house. Give me chores and force me to help you work by letting you use my untouched asshole as a urinal.
My clothes get shorter and sluttier and you call me your dumb baby girl and start training my pussy with your tongue. Invite your rich friends over to watch your new toy get her first spanking. Beat my poor ass until it’s all red and swollen then spread me and show off how my pussy glistens to being disrespected.
Bring me to work meetings use my naked body to serve desserts off of and put a vibrator to my clit to get a limited edition treat to dip the pastries into or just use your mouth for a better taste.
She sat on the cold hardwood in the middle of his living room, pink frills scratching the soft skin of her inner thighs every time she shifted. The dress he forced her into was short enough that the lace edges rode up whenever she moved. White thigh-highs with little bows dug into the tops of her legs. The matching collar sat snug around her throat, the metal ring at the front cool against her pulse.
He stood over her and told her to look up. She kept her eyes on the floor until his open hand cracked across her cheek. The sting bloomed hot and sharp. Tears welled before she could stop them. She lifted her face and met his eyes with the big round stare he wanted.
“There she is,” he said, voice low. “Look at those eyes. You look so fucking pretty dressed up for me. Soft and pink and completely helpless.” His fingers brushed the frills over her chest, then pinched one nipple through the thin fabric until it stiffened. “I was nice enough to make you look this good. You should be thanking me instead of thinking about running.”
Her heart slammed against her ribs. The lace between her legs was already damp. She hated how the soft fabric made every small movement feel filthy. She wanted to bolt, but the collar and the lingering heat on her cheek kept her kneeling there, staring up at him like the pretty thing he had decided she was.
Days blurred. She still tried to twist away when his hands came near. One afternoon he caught her wrist in the hallway, shoved her back against the wall, and kissed her hard. She turned her face. He gripped her jaw and forced it back, tongue pushing into her mouth while his other hand shoved under the short pink skirt.
Two thick fingers drove straight into her cunt without warning. The sudden stretch burned. Wetness slicked his knuckles immediately. He curled them and dragged them out slow, then shoved them back in deeper, fucking her open against the wall.
“Stop fighting it, dumb slut,” he growled against her lips. “Feel how wet you’re getting while you pretend you hate this.” The wet sounds filled the quiet hallway. Her thighs trembled. Her empty hole clenched around nothing when he pulled his fingers free and wiped them across her lips.
She stopped struggling somewhere in the middle of it. Her hands rested on his chest instead of pushing. He noticed and laughed low in her ear, then pushed those same fingers back inside her and kept working her until her knees nearly gave out.
He treated her like furniture that could move and clean and take whatever he put in it. One afternoon she stood in the kitchen wearing nothing but the frilly pink apron and the thigh-highs. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor beside his chair.
When she knelt he stood, opened his pants, and told her to turn around and present. She hesitated. His hand closed on the back of her neck and forced her chest down onto the cool wood of the table. The first hot stream hit her untouched asshole and ran down the soft skin of her thighs. The sudden heat and the sharp smell made her stomach twist. He held her there until he finished, then wiped the tip across her ass cheek.
“Good object,” he said. “Now go finish the dishes.” The wetness cooled and stuck to her while she walked. Her face burned the entire time. Every step made the cooling piss shift against her skin.
The dresses got shorter. The necklines dropped lower. One morning he handed her a tiny pink babydoll that barely covered her nipples and a pair of matching panties already dark in the center. He pushed her onto the bed, spread her legs wide, and put his mouth on her cunt.
His tongue was flat and relentless. He dragged it slow over her swollen clit, then pushed inside, licking her open for a long time. He sucked on the soft lips, hummed against her so the vibration rolled straight through her stomach. Every time her hips tried to lift he pinned them down and kept the same steady, filthy pace.
“You’re learning,” he said between licks, voice muffled against her. “This pussy belongs to me now. I’m training it to open for its owner.” Her thighs shook. Wetness ran down to her ass and soaked the sheets. He never let her finish. He just stopped when she was dripping and gasping, then told her to get up and make the coffee while her cunt still pulsed with nothing inside it.
He invited three of his rich friends over on a Friday night. She was already dressed in the shortest pink outfit yet, the skirt so high that bending over showed everything. He told them she was his new house pet and that tonight they would watch her learn.
He bent her over the arm of the couch in front of them. The first spank landed hard across both cheeks. The sound cracked through the room. Heat bloomed under the skin, sharp and immediate. He kept going, open palm, steady rhythm, until both sides of her ass were bright red and swollen. Every impact made her cunt clench and drip. She could feel the wetness running down the inside of her thigh in a thin, steady trail.
When he finally stopped he pulled her cheeks apart with both hands and showed them the shiny mess between her legs. “Look how wet she gets from being treated like this. Disrespect makes this dumb baby girl’s pussy leak.” One of them whistled. Another leaned closer. He held her open longer than necessary so they could all see the way her hole fluttered and glistened.
He started bringing her to work meetings. She waited naked in the private bathroom of the conference floor until his text came. Then she walked in wearing only the pink collar and the heels, carrying a silver tray of small pastries.
He had her kneel in the center of the long table while the men talked numbers. The cold wood pressed against her knees. He reached under, pressed a small vibrator hard against her clit, and turned it on high. The buzz shot straight up her spine. Her thighs jumped. Juice immediately started to run.
“Limited edition treat,” he told them. “Dip the pastry in her when she starts dripping enough.” One of them actually did it. The soft pastry brushed her soaked folds while the vibrator kept buzzing. Her face stayed down but she could hear them talking about quarterly projections like nothing unusual was happening. Her cunt pulsed around nothing. More wetness ran onto the tray. He only turned the vibrator off when the meeting ended and told her to clean the mess with her tongue before anyone left the room.
After the meeting he took her into his office, locked the door, and pushed her over the desk. The short pink skirt was already flipped up. He spit on her asshole, rubbed it in with two fingers, then pushed the thick head of his cock against it.
“Still so tight. Untouched until I decided it wasn’t.” The stretch burned worse than anything before. He sank in slow, inch by inch, while she gripped the edge of the desk. Once he was buried deep he stayed still and let her feel how full she was. Then he started moving, short mean thrusts that forced air out of her lungs each time.
“Pretty little toilet. Pretty little toy. That’s all you are.” His hand came down on the still-tender cheek of her ass while he fucked it. The dual sting made her eyes water again. He kept talking the whole time, telling her how good she looked bent over his desk in the middle of the workday, how nobody out in the hallway knew their boss was buried balls-deep in his pet’s ass.
He pulled out before he came and wiped himself on the soft skin of her lower back. “Go wait by the door. We’re not done showing you off today.”
That night back at the house he made her stand in the middle of the living room while his friends from earlier came over again. The pink outfit was gone. She wore only the collar and a pair of white knee socks with pink bows.
He told her to get on all fours. Then he walked around her slowly, pointing out every detail for them. The way her ass still looked puffy and red from the spanking. The way her cunt stayed shiny no matter how long she waited. He reached down, slid three fingers inside her without warning, and crooked them hard.
“Say thank you for being useful, baby girl.”
Her voice came out shaky. “Thank you.”
He kept fingering her in front of them, slow and deep, while he talked about the chores she would do tomorrow and the meetings she would attend naked. Every time her hips tried to move with his hand he stopped and slapped her inner thigh until she held still again. The tension sat heavy and aching low in her stomach. Her clit throbbed untouched. He never let the pressure break. He just kept her open and dripping while they watched and made quiet comments about how well he had trained his new object.
She stayed on her hands and knees long after they left, waiting, cunt still clenching around the memory of his fingers, the taste of her own mess still on her tongue, every part of her body marked and used and kept exactly the way he wanted.
feminism is a lie, get your tits out, dumb cunt, and show us your worth
Men explain whats wrong with those stupid books so well! No need to read them!
Someone tell me a dirty story for a change!
A bit long but I hope you enjoy.
Tw:Noncon
This story follows Lena, a 28-year-old barista who works late shifts and always walks the same empty stretch of street to her apartment. One rainy Thursday she never makes it home.
Lena kept her head down against the wind, keys already in her fist. The streetlight nearest her building had been out for a week. She never saw the van until the side door slid open and a gloved hand clamped over her mouth. Another pair of hands yanked her hard by the waist. She kicked once, twice, then the door slammed and the van was moving. Tape went over her mouth. A black hood dropped over her head. Someone bound her wrists behind her back with thick zip ties that bit into the skin.
They drove for what felt like thirty minutes. When the hood came off she was in a windowless basement room with a concrete floor and a single mattress on a metal frame. Two men stood over her. The older one, thick through the shoulders, introduced himself as Mark. The younger one with the sharp jaw and restless hands was called Cole. Mark cut the zip ties, then immediately forced her face-down on the mattress and cuffed her wrists to the headboard. Cole stripped her jeans and underwear off in one hard pull. They left her shirt on but shoved it up under her armpits so her tits were bare and bouncing with every breath.
Mark spoke first, voice calm. “You’re not going home. You’re going to come when we tell you to come. You’re going to take everything we put in you. Nod if you understand.”
Lena shook her head hard, tears already streaking her face. Cole laughed and climbed onto the mattress between her spread thighs. He didn’t warm her up. He spit once into his palm, stroked himself twice, and shoved the head of his cock against her dry cunt. Lena screamed into the mattress when he forced the first few inches inside. Cole kept pushing until his hips met her ass. He fucked her in short, brutal strokes that made the metal frame rattle. Mark watched for a minute, then walked around to the head of the bed, unzipped, and fed his cock past her lips. Lena gagged. Mark held her by the hair and fucked her throat in the same rhythm Cole used on her cunt.
Cole reached under her and found her clit. He rubbed it in tight, mean circles while he kept pounding. Lena tried to twist away but the cuffs and the two bodies pinned her completely. The forced friction built anyway. Her thighs started shaking. Cole felt it and grinned. “There it is. You’re gonna soak my cock whether you want to or not.” He pinched her clit hard and slammed deep. Lena’s orgasm hit like a seizure. Her cunt clenched and fluttered around him while she sobbed around Mark’s cock. Cole didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, then through a second smaller one that left her limp and dripping.
They switched. Mark took her cunt while Cole used her mouth. Mark was thicker and slower. He ground against her cervix on every stroke and kept a hand between her legs, rubbing her oversensitive clit until she came a third time with a broken sound. After that they uncuffed one wrist only long enough to flip her onto her back. They cuffed her again and started over. Cole ate her out while Mark watched, forcing three more orgasms out of her with his tongue and two fingers curled against her front wall. By the time they both came, Mark across her tits and Cole deep in her throat, Lena’s legs wouldn’t stop trembling and her cunt kept pulsing empty.
They left her there, still cuffed, come drying on her skin. Mark told her the rules before they shut the door. She would be used whenever they wanted. She would come on command. She would not be allowed to close her legs. Lena lay in the dark listening to her own heartbeat and the wet sound of her cunt still twitching.
Throat Toy 👍🏻
