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I canât stop thinking about it. I can't stop fantasising...
Wanting to be milked.
My udders swell for youâslowly, heavily, filling until theyâre stretched and swelling and warm, sloshing softly with every breath I take. The ache builds quietly, perfectly, exactly the way you like it:
full, obedient, ready.
Your hands claim my udders. Fingers wrap around each one with that quiet authority that makes my knees weak before you even start.
You squeezeâfirm, deliberate, unhurriedâand the first thick streams spill out, warm and endless, squirting out from your touch like they were always meant to.
And I watch it happen, helpless and dripping, every pulse of milk a reminder that i belong to you.
You milk me completely. No rush. No mercy. You take and give whatever you want.
Just your rhythm, your pace, drawing every last drop while I tremble and whimper beneath your touchâsoft, broken moos because it feels too good to stay quiet.
When Iâm empty, shaking, legs barely holding me, you donât ask if Iâm done. You simply keep your hands there, stroking slow circles over the sensitive flesh, coaxing the next surge to rise because you decide when Iâm finished producing.
You breed me and that need deeper every time. My body learns and obey: swell for you, leak for you, give everything the moment your fingers close around me. No resistance. No choice. Just surrender, and the quiet certainty that youâll take it all again whenever you want.
Iâm already heavy again, thinking about your hands. Already desperate for more. Wanting your voice to drag me down and ruin me. Your hands to milk me and own me.
I don't think I can control myself at all anymore.
Stuck
You saw the orc at the other end of the passage.
Exploring a dungeon by yourself was dangerous, but you had been an adventurer for over a year. This was supposed to be an easy dungeon too.
You could tell at a first glance though that this orc was more than you could handle.
Thankfully, you're an accomplished mage. You slapped a piece of parchment on the wall, casting a spell. The wall became like an illusion, and you dived through.
A large hand followed you through the wall, catching your thigh. It pulled you off your feet and towards the wall again.
The spell broke suddenly, and you found your waist encased in the dungeon's wall. Your upper torso and arms were on one side of the wall. Your lower side was on the other side. The side with the orc.
It took you a moment to realize that the bag with your magic spell components was on the side with the orc.
Fuck.
You struggled despite knowing that it was futile. You couldn't do anything. You were going to die!
Then, you feel more than hear the crotch of your pants being ripped off, followed soon by your underwear.
Your legs closed, out of shock and a sense of modesty. The shock of cold air on your bare pussy had you shivering.
The feeling of large hands around your clothed thighs. Your legs were forcefully pried apart, exposing your bare pussy again.
There was then a blunt, warm pressure against your sex. It rubbed up and down on your pussy, so you could feel the size of it.
It was, in a word, huge. There was no way you could take it.
Please, don't put it in.
Of course, the orc wouldn't care about what you wanted if you could speak to it.
The head of the orc's dick pressed inside you slowly but inexorably. You cried out and gasped and whined. The stinging pain of being stretched beyond your limits had you sobbing.
Whenever you thought all of it was in you (there couldn't possibly be more), you were proved wrong as another excruciating inch was pushed in.
Finally, the sensation of the the orc's balls against you tell you that it was over. You were full beyond belief, tears streaming down your face.
Then, half of the dick pulled out and pushed back in forcefully.
You cry out.
The orc did it again. And again. And again.
The orc pounded into you unceasingly while you writhed helplessly. You clawed at the walls, seeking something to hold. Your legs twitched involuntarily. You can barely breathe as the force of the thrusts pushed breath after breath out of you.
At some point, your pussy had become wet with slick and precum. Your pussy was also getting used to the stretch, being just a sting.
You realize you're starting to enjoy it. That your gasps were half moans. That you almost wished the orc would play with your clit too.
Unbidden, your orgasm built and then overtook you. You cried with pleasure and humiliation.
The dick inside of you kept pounding away, drawing out the orgasm until it was simply painful with overstimulation. Then, until it became pleasurable again.
The endless thrusting continued, and you came over and over until you forgot to be ashamed.
An eternity later, the orc came. He came and came inside you until you felt a cramping inside.
You felt a gush of cum drip down your boneless legs when the orc pulled out.
After the warmth and girth of the orc's dick, you feel empty. Your bare pussy cold.
Then, another large, warm head pressed against your leaking pussy.
There were more, you dimly realized.
You had no idea when the fucking would end.
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tbh the concept of cockwarming and theyâre trying really hard to focus and you âloseâ and slide up and down on them once and they just. Cum practically against their own will is fnfnnffjf
cock warming but they press a vibrator to your clit, making you cum over and over and over again until they end up cumming from the sensation of your muscles pulsing and spasming around them alone.
Stuck
You saw the orc at the other end of the passage.
Exploring a dungeon by yourself was dangerous, but you had been an adventurer for over a year. This was supposed to be an easy dungeon too.
You could tell at a first glance though that this orc was more than you could handle.
Thankfully, you're an accomplished mage. You slapped a piece of parchment on the wall, casting a spell. The wall became like an illusion, and you dived through.
A large hand followed you through the wall, catching your thigh. It pulled you off your feet and towards the wall again.
The spell broke suddenly, and you found your waist encased in the dungeon's wall. Your upper torso and arms were on one side of the wall. Your lower side was on the other side. The side with the orc.
It took you a moment to realize that the bag with your magic spell components was on the side with the orc.
Fuck.
You struggled despite knowing that it was futile. You couldn't do anything. You were going to die!
Then, you feel more than hear the crotch of your pants being ripped off, followed soon by your underwear.
Your legs closed, out of shock and a sense of modesty. The shock of cold air on your bare pussy had you shivering.
The feeling of large hands around your clothed thighs. Your legs were forcefully pried apart, exposing your bare pussy again.
There was then a blunt, warm pressure against your sex. It rubbed up and down on your pussy, so you could feel the size of it.
It was, in a word, huge. There was no way you could take it.
Please, don't put it in.
Of course, the orc wouldn't care about what you wanted if you could speak to it.
The head of the orc's dick pressed inside you slowly but inexorably. You cried out and gasped and whined. The stinging pain of being stretched beyond your limits had you sobbing.
Whenever you thought all of it was in you (there couldn't possibly be more), you were proved wrong as another excruciating inch was pushed in.
Finally, the sensation of the the orc's balls against you tell you that it was over. You were full beyond belief, tears streaming down your face.
Then, half of the dick pulled out and pushed back in forcefully.
You cry out.
The orc did it again. And again. And again.
The orc pounded into you unceasingly while you writhed helplessly. You clawed at the walls, seeking something to hold. Your legs twitched involuntarily. You can barely breathe as the force of the thrusts pushed breath after breath out of you.
At some point, your pussy had become wet with slick and precum. Your pussy was also getting used to the stretch, being just a sting.
You realize you're starting to enjoy it. That your gasps were half moans. That you almost wished the orc would play with your clit too.
Unbidden, your orgasm built and then overtook you. You cried with pleasure and humiliation.
The dick inside of you kept pounding away, drawing out the orgasm until it was simply painful with overstimulation. Then, until it became pleasurable again.
The endless thrusting continued, and you came over and over until you forgot to be ashamed.
An eternity later, the orc came. He came and came inside you until you felt a cramping inside.
You felt a gush of cum drip down your boneless legs when the orc pulled out.
After the warmth and girth of the orc's dick, you feel empty. Your bare pussy cold.
Then, another large, warm head pressed against your leaking pussy.
There were more, you dimly realized.
You had no idea when the fucking would end.
Me and who?~ (current fav to cum to~)
canât stop thinking about object insertion, especially accidental/forced/public object insertion.
youâre on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt thatâs just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but itâs too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe itâs metal? Itâs dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, youâre wearing a thong today. Thereâs nothing stopping whatever this is from being pushed up against your hole.
You can feel your face turning red, feel the shiver in your stomach, but luckily you donât see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see whatâs happeniâ the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and itâs inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although itâs not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and youâre definitely leaking now.
Are they doing it on purpose? Itâs not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. Youâre not moving either. You kind of want to. The subway starts up again, and with it, the bottle pushes a little deeper, and a little deeper, with the swaying of the train. Itâs starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you canât move. Deeper, and itâs starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?
You feel so full now, and itâs heavy, like itâs filled with water. But itâs moving so slow, and you canât help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly itâs sliding in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with enough force that you can feel yourself getting close. The train is reaching a station again and fuck, youâre amount to cum in the middle of a crowded subway. It screeches to a stop and this time the water bottle slams deep inside of you, too deep, and youâre cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but youâre too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of whatâs happening.
What was your stop again? More people are filing in and itâs too late to move or pull away. The bottle is still in you, still stretching and stuffing you. You donât even know if its owner is still behind you, or if itâs just being held up by your tight hole. You realize if you take it out now, everyone will see the bottle fall from under you. Theyâll know exactly why you were shaking and panting, and notice the cum flowing down your legs. You have to keep it in. Youâll have to walk off the subway without anyone knowing that under your skirt, a strangerâs thick, full water bottle is stuffed up your hole, fucking you with every step you take. Itâs going to be a long ride. How many more times will you cum with all those people around you, not knowing if this was an accident, or if someone decided to shove something up your pretty hole because you were an easy target?
Your new neighbours made so much noise, it was distracting. You suspected what the noise was but as strict church goers you didn't mention it to your wife.
You.finally flipped and were going to confront them, but your mold mannered and shy cue wife said it would be easier if she went. She's been there an hour now, you can hear noise bit think she is getting her point across. She may be there a while longer
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