The power play of pegging a guy twice your size always gets me. I want to ruin a man who looks like he could snap me in half. Turn that big strong man into my pathetic bitch and watch him fall to peices on my dick.
You're the demon king's favorite slut because you'll agree to do things the others won't. Things like resting on your hands and knees, bare and open while he guides one of his hellhounds to mount you, and then opening your mouth wide so that he can fuck your throat while the hound tears you open with its knot.
knotting toys are my absolute favourite now.... feeling it blow up inside me........ watchimg his eyes just remain plastered on my cunt as it gapes from his cock. cum dripping down and out even though i wished it was still shoved into my womb.
i didnt even realise he was fisting me until the video, my first time ever and it got to be taken by him. i love him so much, he is fucking incredible. my soulmate, forever.
I'll never forget the sound my knot made pulling him open. It was almost as pretty as the cock drunk noise he made when it locked inside him for the first time.
Iâm getting dinner ready- prepared to his specifications. Iâm naked, of course. I have to be ready to serve any of his whims at any time.
Iâm chopping up the jalapeños when he comes up behind me. One hand lands heavy and possessive on my shoulder. I watch as his other hand reaches towards the cutting board, and he extends his index fever and begins to swab it through the juice from the jalapeños. He picks up one of the slices, large pieces that will be too spicy for me in our dinner, but itâs how he likes it so itâs how we eat. He squeezes the jalapeño chunk between his fingers, and I can see the watery liquid from the pepperâs flesh drip down his hand. He drops the jalapeño and his hand reaches down between my legs. My body flinches away, but his strong hand on my shoulder keeps me in place as he touches my clit with his finger, the one he had covered in juice from the peppers. He wiped his fingertip thoroughly under the hood of my clit, effectively coating my already burning clit, before roughly pinching and wiping my whole labia with the burning liquid. My most sensitive spots were filled with burning pain. All the muscles in my abdomen tensed hard and I gritted my teeth till my jaw shook. I whimpered, pathetic and feral through my clenched teeth, and he chuckled at the sound. I felt my legs begin to tremble, as he thrust his finger up into my hot, wet pussy, pushing the burn inside me now. He pumped once, twice, added a second finger and pumped in again. Iâm ashamed to admit, when he pulled his fingers out they were coated and dripping with my slick. I watched him swab his soaked fingers in more of the juice from the peppers before he reached back between my legs and circled his finger, just lightly, around my asshole. âPlease, no,â I croaked, voice cracking while I attempted to speak. He laughed again, rough and low, and I felt his finger begin to press hard, straight into my back hole. Once it was one knuckle deep he pulled it back out before thrusting home, sheathing his rough, angry digit in my asshole. Tears were running down my face now. My ass burned.
I collapsed into him, grabbing at his shirt with frantic hands, looking for some kind of comfort against the pain. My clit was by far the worst, and it felt like the delicate skin was melting off. My pussy was screaming, stuck in torturous hell, while my asshole tightened involuntarily, pulling the hot, burning liquid tighter against my pathetic skin.
Holy shit, i cant imagine how amazingly painful this is. I can only imagine what it feels like to feel the jalapeno juice inside my tight foreskin and possibly having pieces not just juice pushed inside of my burning hole. Fuuuuu this did something to me
Itâs been a while since I wrote about tentacles. So I thought Iâd rectify that. Here are parts I and II if you feel like checking them out.
Now, let the smut commence.
The thing about Cretan's company was that they were always enthusiastic to try something new. You were a prime example of that; after a company-wide survey had shown that his employees were stressed at work, Cretan had hired you to help them take the edge off. One afternoon, when he'd been fucking you during a conference call, you'd heard him talk about hiring a few more people for the position since it had been such a resounding success.Â
You were excited about the idea of there being more office sluts, and you'd let out a loud, enthusiastic moan as Cretan had cum inside you.Â
But it would still be a little while before they implemented that particular policy.Â
This afternoon, you'd been sent to the labs. Cretan had explained that they needed a test subject for some new innovation. He'd been a little vague on the details, or maybe you'd just missed them with his cock down your throat.Â
And so one of the lab techs had escorted you down to the testing area. He spent most of the time staring at and talking to your tits, which was cute. You unbottoned your blouse without him having to ask to give him a better look.Â
"Oh, jeez," he said, eyes widening. Then, as if he couldn't help himself, he reached out to grope your tits, feeling the weight of them in his hands. "The folks at head office weren't kidding; you really are a whore."
You perked right up at that. "They told you about me?"Â
But the techâwas his name Bruce? Adam?âwasn't listening anymore. He'd leaned in to capture of your nipples in his mouth and was suckling your tits hungrily even as he started to grind his crotch against your thigh. You mewled in pleasure, threading your fingers through his hair to bring him in closer. His hands were touching you everywhere, greedy, and they were about creep beneath your skirt when you heard someone clearing their throat noisily.
"Really, Jake? I know the office slut can't help herself, but I expect better from you." A centaur in a labcoat came striding forward, the ground trembling beneath them with her every footstep; her glasses were perched on the bridge of her nose, and there were flecks of grey at her temples. Fuck, just looking at her made your mouth water. She pulled Jake away by his ear, ignoring his little yelp of pain.Â
"Come along, dear," she said to you kindly, putting one huge hand on your shoulder. "My name's Kaela. There's nothing for you to worry about; this is a task I we believe you'll be particularly well-suited for."
You just smiled and nodded, content to follow wherever she led, Jake forgotten as you silently willed her to take notice of your tits. It was impossible to keep your expression from slipping into a pout when she kept things professional, instead telling you about alternative electricity generation and summoning rituals.Â
"Can I suck your cock?" you interrupted after a moment. Kaela blinked down at you, looking torn between exasperation and amusement.
"Let's see how you're feeling after our little experiment," she said, continuing to steer to the lab.Â
The lab was pretty much what you'd expected. There were people bent over desks scribbling notes while others conversed in low voices. But every pair of eyes looked up as you passed, following you as Kaela led you to an empty room. There was a massive mirror opposite the door, and you could see your own reflection staring back at you, wide-eyed and disheveled.Â
And KaelaâŠÂ
Fuck, she was magnificent. Kaela loomed over you as she gently nudged you inside. Her warm brown skin slowly faded into the roan of her gleaming coat and you watched, hypnotised as her tail flicked back and forth absentmindedly. She was explaining something to you about portals and runes and the battery on zero percent next to the door, but you weren't listening to a word she said.Â
"⊠need you to take your clothes off," she said, finally piercing through the haze of lust that had built up.Â
She didn't need to ask you twice. The words were barely out of her mouth before you were stepping out of your skirt and shrugging out of your blouse.Â
"How do you want me?" you asked, beaming at her. "Is there a mating bench we can use? Or I canâ"
Kaela actually chuckled. Her raspy voice sent shivers through you that centred right in your cunt.Â
"I'm going to have to speak to Cretan," she said ruefully. "He really didn't do you justice."
You weren't sure whether that was a compliment, but Kaela didn't give you time to think on it. She gently tugged you into the middle of the room, stopping when you were just outside a ritual pentagram on the floor.Â
"Now, when I tell youâand only when I tell youâyou're going to step into the summoning circle. And if at any time you want the experiment to stopâ"
Kaela kept talking and you kept staring at her lips, admiring the way her mouth shaped her words and wishing you'd felt her sucking on your tits instead of whatshisname. She sighed again and patted you on the head before leaving the room, shutting the door quietly behind her.Â
Huh. It wasn't every day that someone took the time to summon something from another reality. It was a task that required a tremendous amount of power, as well as something to offer the creature in return for its help.Â
Maybe you should've paid closer attention to what Kaela had been saying earlier.Â
But there wasn't time to worry about that now. Kaela's voice sounded over the speakers in the ceiling, instructing you to step into the circle. You hesitated, but only for a moment. This was what you were here for, after all.Â
Nothing happened. It was very anticlimactic.Â
Right until it wasn't.Â
The portal began to glow a luminous purple and, as you watched tentacles began to emerge from the tip of every star. They were long and black, as broad as one of your thighs.Â
"Holyâ"
You didn't have time to finish your sentence. The tentacles whipped forward, wrapping around your arms and legs, one curling around your waist. As you watched, more tentacles appeared, deft and covered in bumps and more slender than the first, although still as thick as your wrist. There were dozens of them and they swarmed you eagerly, slipping and sliding over your skin and groping at your tits and ass. They left a sticky residue everywhere they touched, making your whole body tingle.Â
They're like⊠prehensile cocks, you thought dazedly.Â
And you knew just what to do with a cock.Â
Relaxing in the tentacles' tight grip, you turned your head to take the closest one into your eager mouth. The secretion coating the tentacle was sticky and sweet, addictive. You sucked on the tendril, determined to get as much of it as you could.Â
Their reaction was immediate.
The tentacles seemed to throb in unison, pausing for a fleeting moment before going wild. There was no part of your body they left unexplored. They slid between and around your tits, the globes of your ass, the weeping slit of your cunt. You moaned around the tentacle in your mouth, ready to beg for more, but there was no need. The tentacles around your thighs spread you open wider, allowing one of the appendages at your cunt to spear you open.Â
Your eyes rolled back in your head, scream muffled by the tentacle that was inching down your throat.Â
Fuck, the sheer girth of the tentacle was exquisite, the thickest thing you'd ever taken inside you. You shuddered and bucked against the writhing mass' hold, desperate to get the tentacle to move, to fuck you the way you so desperately needed; you didn't have to wait long. It began to pump inside you, in and out, the bumps and ridges dragging along your walls in a way that made you dizzy.Â
And even so, it wasn't enough. An insatiable hunger was building inside you, a gluttonous need for more. More tentacles fucking you, more of their sticky juices down your throat, more pleasureâŠ
More cum.Â
You keened loudly as a another tendril worked its way inside you, one tentacle thrusting in as another pulled out. It wasn't long before another wriggled into your asshole, filling you to the brim. The thick, syrupy fluid dribbling copiously from the fat tentacle in your mouth was sliding down your throat and into your belly and, fuck, you needed more.Â
Sucking and slurping at the tendril, you coaxed out ever more precum from its tip, revelling in the way its thrusts became rougher and more erratic. It was losing control, the long limb thickening in your throat so that it almost cut off your breathing.Â
And thenâŠ
A torrent of delicious cum spurted from the tentacle, threatening to choke you. You accepted it all gladly, gratefully, but only for a moment.Â
Still not enough.
If it'd been a human fucking you, they'd never be able to satisfy you. But these tentaclesâso long and fat and full of cumâseemed to be made for fucking. They matched your hunger with their own. As soon as one tentacle came inside you, another would take its place, fucking the cum of its predecessor more into you more deeply.Â
You lost track of how many times you'd cum, of how many long, sticky limbs had forced themselves inside you. Your grip on consciousness was tenuous; you slipped in and out of the darkness, exquisite ecstasy tipping you into it and indescribable bliss pulling you back out. Sweat and spit and cum coated your skin, making it glisten in the light from the battery. Every breath filled your lungs with the scent of sex, heady and luscious.Â
Time lost all meaning. It could have been only minutes in the room, it could have been days. Your tummy was round and swollen from the loads you'd taken, your whole body trembling from exhaustion and overstimulation. The tentacles' appetites seemed sated now as they idly toyed with your body, continuing to force orgasm after excruciating orgasm from your limp form.Â
The door to your paradise opened.Â
A large, majestic creatureâa centaurâstepped inside. She was smiling.Â
"You did a wonderful job today, sweetheart. This experiment filled up several of our batteries."
Fuck, her praise felt almost as good as your last orgasm. Mewling weakly, you stared at her as you continued to nurse at the tentacle in your mouth. You wished she'd fuck you; she'd feel so good, fill you up so perfectly now that the tentacles had loosened you up. Her cock would slide right in, the head would wedge itself right against your cervixâ
A tall, reedy man stepped out from behind the centaur, an ancient tome in his hands. He was muttering under his breath, brow furrowed in concentration as he came right up to the pentagram and used the toe of his shoe to break the circle.Â
The effect was immediate. You fell through the air as the tentacles holding you suspended disappeared, letting out a weak little yelp of surprise. But a pair of strong arms caught you before you could hit the ground. The centaurâKaela, you remembered suddenlyâlifted you as though you weighed no more than a child.Â
"Careful," she scolded the man. "You could'veâŠ"
Her voice washed over you as she cradled you against her broad chest. Even though it was a hardship to keep your eyes open, you couldn't resist reaching beneath her jacket to feel her tits. Kaela made an exasperated sound but didn't tell you to stop. Instead, she carried you out of the room and past all the other scientists staring at you.Â
You fell asleep before she'd even made it out of the lab, one hand still cupping one of Kaela's tits.
i love the way a transâs boyâs cunt swells when heâs hard, how his t-dick peeks out from under his hood, pink and slick. i love pressing my thumb against it and feeling him buck into my hand, desperate for more friction. i love the way his hole clenches around nothing when i pull out, how he begs me to fill him back up.
i love licking a transâs boyâs cunt until heâs shaking, how his thighs tighten around my head, his fingers twisted in my hair. i love the taste of him, salty and sweet, the way his slick coats my lips. i love how he moans when i suck his t-dick into my mouth, his whole body arching off the bed.
i love the sound of a transâs boyâs cunt, all wet and obscene when i fuck him with my fingers. i love the way his hole grips me, the little 'squelch' of my palm hitting his thighs. i love hearing him whimper with every thrust, how his breath catches when i curl my fingers just right.
i love the mess of a transâs boyâs after iâm done with him, his cunt red and swollen, his thighs sticky, his hole gaping and empty. i love the way he looks at me, half-lidded and fucked out, silently asking for more. i love pulling him close and feeling his pulse race against my chest.
Sadistically patient top who wonât take âitâs too bigâ for an answer, who is willing to work you open for hours if thatâs what it takes. Who doesnât necessarily care about you cumming, but will rip relentless orgasms out of you if thatâs what will suck in the last inches of an inhumanely sized toy/dildo/cock/gock. Who looks at your tear stained face and your abused, over full, overstimulated hole and jokes that theyâll break your pelvis before admitting defeat, so you better gape like a good fucktoy. Who finally fits it all in, thank god, surely they can finally be satisfied and release youâŠâŠ and then you feel the first finger stubbornly fighting to wriggle in.
So I survived being worked open for an entire hour to fit a huge knotted toy last night đ
Every time my tight cunt refused to open wider, theyâd stuff a smaller toy in my cunt, then fuck my mouth with the massive knot. Even my jaws were struggling with it, and every time I visibly pushed through my discomfort to bob my head again, they stroked my hair and called me a good boy. I had to gag on it till I was crying and heaving and begging them to split my pussy open instead, even though I was also dreading that. I was also refreshingly embarrassed to be gagging like an amateur, all because this toy was so unusually huge. Made me think about how other, bigger species fucking me for the first time would experience a version of me who looks and feels like a total virgin⊠someone totally unprepared to take cock of this size and shocked by the unfamiliar feeling.
All this while they held a vibe on high to my tdick, forcing me to cum, all so Iâd moan and writhe while I sucked miserably. Then theyâd try again. It was so big I felt the hot, wet walls of my pussy being pulled out with it every time it slid out. Just a little prolapse as a treat, no big deal.
They kept saying, âCome on, I know you can take more than the tip.â (âThe tipâ alone being a solid 5 inches) and âThis WILL fit.â And I knew in my heart that they were right: they were not going to let me quit until they were fully inside me. I felt so deliciously powerless and scared.
I kept trying to spread my hole wider, but only the filthy things they called me made much of a difference đł
Itâs so humiliating how they can finally hit the right spot, or call me the right name, and my body suddenly opens up and allows them to pound my guts. I think one of the things that made me gape enough was switching into a 69-like position so that I was giving them oral as they fucked the toy into me. Taking it from both ends opens me up I guess, maybe cause it reminds me that Iâm such a fucking toy.
God, when it finally slid all the way inside, I immediately came super hard from the breathtaking stretch. But then I also had a horrible cramp; being forced to spasm around it was just too much, even with the waves of pleasure still rippling through my ruined hole. I cried and begged to stop (without safewording btw).
They slowly, leisurely jabbed my cervix for a little while longer, devouring the sight of me flinching and crying and continue to take it anyways. This is what they worked for, after all, and I felt they deserved their reward. They reminded me that my body wanted this since it opened up for them, and even my bratty ass couldnât argue, even as my body screamed in pain. They mocked me for all my cocky bragging beforehand about being able to take 2 cocks in my cunt. When they finally pulled out, they flopped the warm, cum-drenched thing over my stomach. I swear it reached up to my belly button đ”âđ«
Whew!! Itâs been a while since I needed that much lube, gagged so much, and cried so much. Iâm glad that they were assertive enough to keep me from chickening out. With a strong hand, I guess I can be good sometimes ;)
Pathetic boys should really be getting bent over the edge of a bed and brutally fucked with a toy thatâs simply too large for their little cunt until theyâre wailing and sobbing
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