I had every intention of taking your panties off. I want that on the record. I was going to be civilized about this, but then I pressed up against you and felt how warm you were through the cotton and something behind my eyes just switched off.
So now I’m grinding on you through the fabric, and the wet spot is spreading against the head of my cock and I’ve completely lost interest in doing this properly. I should stop. Pull them to the side. Be a person about it. But we’re dry humping like teenagers, except I keep pressing harder than a nervous teenager would, shoving you into the mattress, feeling the cotton stretch tight across your pussy every time I roll my hips forward. I want to know what happens if I just don’t stop.
The fabric gives a little more each time. I can feel you opening underneath it, your hips tilting up, trying to take me in through the cotton because neither of us is willing to pause long enough to move it. The resistance is making me feral. My whole brain begging, get through, get through, get through. And then the threads start to pull apart and the head of my cock tears through the wet ruined cotton and into you.
You’re a present I couldn’t wait long enough to unwrap. I still can’t get all the way in. The torn fabric is bunching between us, fighting me. But I don’t care. I’ll fuck you through it. I’ll make you cum with your panties still technically on, ripped open by my cock because that’s as close to undressing you as I’m willing to get right now.
The masculine urge to find one woman and make her your religion and your war and your morning and your evening and never look at another face again and scare yourself with how easy it would be to die for someone who doesnt know what she is holding
Sometimes, denial sluts can get into a rhythm. We learn to settle into the frustration, the constant need. Some learn to derive pleasure from their partner’s pleasure. Others settle down and find their brain is so much more at peace.
It’s important to break that rhythm, to keep us depraved.
Sometimes, denial isn’t enough. Sometimes, we need privileges taken away.
She told me I’d been lacking in pleasing her, and therefore am banned from giving her oral altogether. She said I needed practice. I needed to improve to regain the privilege. She handed me a fleshlight, one very detailed and soft. She said to call it her cunt. Now, instead of her sitting on top of me whenever she wants, I get… plastic.
She sits in an armchair and tells me to go worship her “cunt.” She enjoys a vibrator, watching me desperately try to make the toy cum. She says once I can make it cum, I’ll regain my oral privileges and be allowed to please her properly again.
It’s so… long. The flare is so much to take as the first thing that goes inside you. Then there’s more, more, more, more… and maybe you think you’ve taken everything, only to find out you’ve just reached the medial ring. Regardless of what hole you use, your guts are getting rearranged to fit this horse cock. And then it moves, pulls out and thrusts in, and you think you’re going to die. Or cum. Or piss. Or fall in love. Or all of the above. Whatever your reaction, you’re truly ruined for anything else, now. What could ever compare?
Him: of course I do. She's my wife. We're having a daughter. We live together.
Me touching myself: is she the only one you want?
Him: she's the only one I want to fuck. I want her to have all my kids. I still want you, baby, but I want you desperate for me, and her getting me instead. I like you like this. She does too.
Me touching myself: I want to make her happy. I want her to have you in every way.
Giving her chores for the purposes of fucking with her during the chores:
Fucking her with the mop handle on the floor she just cleaned.
Yanking off her clothing before she wipes down the kitchen. "I just don't want you to get your clothes dirty. You however are already a filthy girl for me."
Putting a bell on her collar and a tail plug in for her to use as a duster. "Wag your tail puppy and get my desk clean. The sound of jingling means it's working."
Teaching her to polish certain objects by humping and edging her cunt on them.
Making her scrub on her hands and knees because you plan on mounting her later.
Interrupting whatever chore she's doing to use her mouth for as long as you like.
Bending her over the dryer with her freshly clean clothes in a laundry basket beneath you as you shove your cock in her ass and take a piss. "You got my piss all over your clothes, wash them again. I can't take you out like this."
Cuffing their wrists together and their ankles together while they clean just because you enjoy it.
Spanking them with the hose after they water the plants.
"Hey wait, before you start, you'll need this." *cums all over their face and slaps their cunt* "Now you're ready to clean for me."
A girl truly belongs to the man that fucks her the best. Everyone else is just borrowing her, even if she has a ring. Figure out how to make your women cum their brains out and beg for more, because if you don’t, I will, and they will belong to me.
Homophobia ruins everything for straight men. In my MMF I’m making him go first while I leave little sweet marks along her collarbone and neck with my teeth and talk both of them through cumming for me while they rut into each other like the good little boy and girl they are, then I’m sucking his cum out of her trembling, swollen, soaking pussy, forcing her to cum over and over for me until she’s broken and can hardly breathe, chest heaving and begging for mercy, then I’ll fuck her deep and hard, and look him deep in his eyes while I show him exactly how you’re supposed to breed a woman.
We had just gotten home from dinner and I was quite drunk. He had poured me most of the wine all night and seemed sober as we got ready for bed.
When I came into the bedroom he was waiting for me and I could tell he was in a mood because he had me sit next to him and started petting my head patronizingly and talking to me softly about how I needed to have his cock in my mouth.
As he gently lead my head down to him he forced it in my mouth calling me a good girl and telling me what a sweet girl I was for him.
He pulled my head off his cock and pushed me into his balls softly.
He stroked his cock with his hand leading me face toward his ass and I heard him ask me, “you wanna go a little lower baby? Yeah. That’s it. That’s my girl.” As he pushed my head down to his asshole.
As I was licking gently around his ass he told me I was such a good asslicking little cum dump and laughed a little saying how much I seemed to like it. He stroked my hair and said, “thaaaaat’s it. That’s what my cum dumpster wants huh sweetheart. You love being down there don’t you? Yes. That’s exactly where you need to be. It feels just right. licking daddy’s ass. This is exactly where you belong. Go ahead and go a little deeper it’s ok.”
While I was licking away, he murmured wanted to do something a little different tonight. He told me he just wanted to try something and I might not like it but to trust him and it would be ok.
He lifted my face from under him and looked me in the eyes and said, “You liked licking my ass huh baby?”
I nodded yes and he said, “I know, sweet girl. You’re going to be doing a lot more of that from now on. That’s going to be your new job baby.”
He pulled me up and started taking my clothes off still talking and saying, “you’re such a good cum dump for me and you’ve been a nice little pussy to use but I’ve used it all up and now daddy needs something different. You’re too loose for me now and daddy needs a nice new tight pussy”
He stroked my cheek and looked me in the eyes while I had tears forming and he said, “I am going to start fucking other girls baby.” Tears streamed down my face and he wiped one away and said, “Now I want you to turn around and face away from me. Thaaaaat’s it. Face down, ass up and make sure you squeeze that little cunt for me ok? Daddy wants to cum in you one last time.
Don’t cry baby, I’m still here. It will just be a nice new adventure for you. One that suits you better I think. You’re gonna love it.
Okay sweetheart, now come here. I’ve made a little list of the friends you have that I’d like to fuck and so to ease you into it, we are going to pretend you’re her. Can you do that for daddy? Just pretend you’re Lindsey while daddy fucks you.”
As he slid his cock into me he said, “Okay one last thing, I got you a little costume for our pretend game. Bring your head here for a second and close your eyes.”
As I brought my head up and held myself up while his cock was inside me from the back, I could hear something rustling around. My eyes were closed but I was crying so I opened them to find a paper bag being slid over my head and then it was complete darkness.
I felt his cock throb in me and heard him moan, “mm baby that’s perfect. I bet that feels better. You’re such a good girl for me. Your tears are making your cunt clench and it feels so nice on my cock. Mm Lindsey you’re such a good girl.
He fucked me with the paper bag on my head until he came inside me calling me Lindsey the whole time.
He took it off at the end and saw my tear streaked face and took me in his arms and held me and pet me and told me this was just the way it would have to be and that I would learn to love it.
He said, “I know exactly the thing to make you feel better”
And he led my face down to his ass and I saw darkness again as I inhaled him and heard, “mm that’s my asslicker, that’s got to feel so good for you sweetheart.”
He then took me phone and scrolled through Lindsey’s Instagram and sent her a text while I closed my eyes and leaned into my new role.
Gamer tgirl who doesn't want to have to interrupt her game no matter what.
She has drink cans and takeout bags scattered around her desk, she'll clean it up later, just one more round this time she's serious.
The room smells of sweat and cum, she could definitely use a shower, but not yet she's gotta win first! She's so close!
Speaking of "so close," her huge balls are dangling off the front of her seat, glistening with sweat while her hefty shaft spurts out another load into an overstuffed condom that should have been swapped out ages ago.
"Hey, you, get over here" she calls out to you. "I ran out of condoms so you'll have to make do until I finish up." She takes a moment to slip off the one she'd been filling, dropping it next to all the others laying under her desk. She wasn't asking you, it was a command.
You crawl under her desk like the good little cocksleeve you are. The smell is overwhelming down here, you could swear you could see steam rising off her meaty shaft. The salty, heady aroma making your thoughts cloud over. "Come on, get to work" she growls out. And you comply. you don't have a choice.
You're there for the next several hours, your mouth her own personal cumdump.
Strange sounds from his roommate’s bedroom. Just getting home, he puts away his stuff as he tries to guess what she’s up to. Thumping, scratching, clanking. She was a private person, and he never wanted to bother her by asking. The girl never talked much anyways, just shuffled from room to room in her baggy clothes – avoiding conversation and eye contact. The man settles into his nightly routine. Staring into their fridge, he hears a faint voice from her room.
“Help me! Are you home? I need help! Help!” Thoroughly confused, he moves to her door and knocks. “Uh… Hey? You okay in there?” A long pause. “…no. I need help.” Turning the handle, he peers into her bedroom for the first time. The man had always imagined it would be bizarre, but he’s still shocked by the scene.
A large TV facing the bed silently plays porn. The walls are covered in hentai posters, depicting women in painful, humiliating positions. A cage, a dog bowl - she doesn’t have a dog. The dresser is covered in sex toys. He steps inside cautiously, and drinks in more details. In her wardrobe hangs the two oversized hoodies she always wears and a few dozen sets of lingerie. The video playing on the TV is graphic and violent. Sticky notes of affirmation are pasted on her mirror. Cum dump. Stupid whore. Let him use you.
Standing next to the bed, his mouth agape, he looks down at his weird roommate. Her wrists are chained to the head of the bedframe. Her legs are spread wide, pulled open by more restraints. Shibari ropes cut into her body. A collar is tight around her neck. As his eyes wander down to her exposed crotch, he sees a big wand held in place by the ropes. Pressed into her clit, it buzzes faintly as the battery dies. A huge puddle of sweat and cum is under her ass.
“My key broke…” She whimpers pathetically. “…what…” He’s still trying to process everything. “I can’t get out. My key broke.” Shaking his head, he fiddles with the manacles around her wrists. The broken key is jammed into the lock. “…it’s always the quiet ones…” He mumbles to himself as he fiddles with the restraints. The girl twitches and whines as he fails to free her.
“Please, the toys… it’s too much… it’s been hours…” Her hips buck helplessly. “Right, yeah. I don’t know if I can get these undone, anyways.” She gasps as he pulls the wand away from her cunt. Underneath is a swollen, sticky mess. “The other ones, too…” His roommate turns her face away from him, humiliated by the experience. Looking closer, a thin, pink cord runs out of her pussy. Pulling gently, he removes the vibrator.
Shifting her hips to one side, he can see her ass and the plug inside. More gentle pulling. The man watches her pussy twitch. He notices two words written on the inside of her thigh. Free Use. The first ball pops out of her bum. Her whole body starts to shake as she cums. The second ball follows. That writing is really neat for such an awkward place. A third bead is pulled from her asshole. She’s still cumming. Fourth ball. Didn’t get smeared at all. The fifth and final ball is freed from her bum as a revelation dawns on him: That’s a tattoo.
The anal beads are laid next to the other toy. His roommate makes the longest eye contact with him that they’ve ever had. “There’s one more… you have to reach inside.” Still stunned by the ridiculous situation, he’s gone too far to stop now. Pressing his finger into her ass, he feels around as she moans. A second finger. He thinks he feels something rigid inside but isn’t quite sure. Five minutes pass as he fishes in her asshole.
“I can’t find it.” He finally announces. The girl watches him search. “…I meant in my pussy…” The man looks at her dumbfounded. “You could have said that earlier?” A faint sliver of a smile peeks through her flushed face. “mmm~” Is her only reply. He switches hands and fingers her slippery cunt. Touching a silicone ring, he hooks it and pulls – much less gently this time. A round, bumpy, alien vibrator stretches her pussy open as he retrieves it. The girl cums again.
He watches his overstimulated roommate writhe in pleasure in front of him. As she calms down from her orgasm, the man tries to think of solutions. “Isn’t there a second key or something? So I can at least free your legs?” The girl stares past him, watching the porn as her ragged breathing slows. “I dunno. I don’t think so…” They sit in silence for a moment.
“This is the most humiliating experience of my life.” He watches her distant expression carefully. The corners of her mouth turn up as she speaks. “Why are you smiling, then?” She can’t hide her grin anymore. “…I didn’t say it was a bad thing…” The man sees her in a new light. The first time he’s ever seen her smile, and she looks beautiful. Her collar matches her eyes. The ropes squeeze her perfect body, hidden under ratty clothes for so long. Her devastated pussy still looks like it would feel amazing on his cock.
Still kneeling between her restrained legs, he shifts uncomfortably to move his erection. They’ve given up on freeing her for now. His roommate watches the porn as he quiets his nerves. The man looks at her tattoo. Free Use. He finds his confidence. “Can I-“ She interrupts him immediately. “Don’t ask. Please don’t ask.” Hurt from rejection, he nods. “Right, sorry, I just thought…”
The girl looks back to him. “No, uh, I mean…” It’s her turn to be nervous. “Go ahead – just don’t ask me if you can. Like, just do it.” She arches her back, trying to look pretty. “Whatever you want. It’s up to you. Now or later. You don’t ever need to ask.” The chains from her clasped wrists jingle as she offers herself up. “Obviously it’s not like I can do anything about it, anyways…” She watches him as his strong hands slip his thick, hard cock out of his pants. “…not that I would stop you.”
A pained whimper escapes her smiling lips as he thrusts his cock into her. The girl’s ruined pussy trembles as he fucks her. Free Use. Those words sear into his mind as he ruts into her cunt. All hesitation and care is gone. Her overstimulated gasps only make him more excited. She’s helpless, just fuck her. She can’t do anything about it. She wouldn’t. Almost reading his mind, the girl whispers: “Don’t hold back… anything you want…”
He pounds deep into the bound girl, pulling on the ropes to fuck her harder. The man kisses her. It feels awkward, almost inappropriate. Breaking away, he spits on her face. That feels better, that feels right. The girl starts to cum again, adding another orgasm to her lost count. She still feels tight even after everything she put her hole through.
Her doe eyes stare up at him. A half-smile wavers on her spit-splattered face. Her full smile was so hot. I want to see it while I cum. Surprising himself, his open hand slaps her hard across the cheek. The man is stunned by his own actions. Her wide grin lights up the room as a bright pink patch glows on her face amid his smeared saliva. There we go. Now she looks gorgeous. He fucks her faster, dumping his cum into her broken pussy.
Afterwards, he helps her drink some water. The girl wavers in and out of sleep as he looks around her room. He looks through her collection of naughty underwear. Picking up a bright pink pair, the man examines them. Lacy, the fabric that would cover her pussy is see-through. The back is open. He pictures her bending over in them. The lace would tease her cunt. The straps across her bum would leave her ass free for his cock. “Pick out whatever you like and I’ll wear it.” She mumbles from the bed. The man looks at another pair. Thin and girly, covered in bunnies. He imagines ripping them open as she cries.
Returning to his search, he looks through the sex toys. Next to a monstrous, knotted dildo he finds a small key. “Is this it?” He asks, nonplussed. She nods sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess it is.” The lock attaching the handcuffs to the bedframe is released with a disappointed whine. Her ankles are freed. The man unties the shibari ropes from her body as she looks at the jammed restraints on her wrists.
“I don’t know what we’re going to do about those.” He comments. She stares at the broken lock. “We could just leave it for now...” His hands touch the collar on her neck, starting to undo the clasp. “Can you leave that, too?” Blushing pink, her fingers stroke his. “Sorry, I mean - it’s up to you. Whatever you want.” He keeps the collar on. “Maybe I can use some pliers to turn the key, get those handcuffs off you.” She flashes her beautiful smile. “We can figure it out later.”
Later never comes. A month after, he comes home to familiar sounds from his roommate’s bedroom; The restraints around her wrists jingling as she comes out to greet him. The girl can’t put on those baggy hoodies anymore, with her hands attached to each other. He squeezes her bare tits and turns up the vibrator in her pussy. The pink lace covering her cunt is wet. The man pushes her face against the wall and pulls her bum towards him. The thin straps of the exposed back show off her asshole.
The head of his cock presses into her, and with one smooth thrust he’s fit most of himself inside her ass. She knew he’d be home soon and had made sure she was lubed and ready. The last quarter of his cock slips inside as she pushes back into him. Drool is smeared on the wall. A firm smack on the ass and the girl starts to grind her hips, fucking herself anally on his cock. Faint clinking sounds come from her wrists and the new tag on her collar. The tag doesn’t have her name, just what he calls her.
The man can feel the powerful vibrator in her pussy as he fucks her ass. He turns it up a little bit more for his own pleasure. Gripping her hips, he takes control from the girl. Fucking her just as rough as their first time, slowing only to spank her filled bum. There’s no need to hold back. There’s no need to delay cumming, either. He’ll fuck her again when he wants. She lets out a tiny squeak when she feels his hot cum shoot into her ass.
“Suck my cock.” Their first words exchanged this evening. “Rub your cunt, too.” The girl pulls his slippery cock from her hole and drops to her knees, immediately giving him the ordered blowjob. She touches her needy clit as he turns up the vibrator to the maximum. Embarrassed by her submission, buzzing from the toy and her fingers, the slave closes her eyes. Tasting his cum on his cock, she feels it drip from her used ass. It runs down her thigh, across her free use tattoo. A deep sense of humiliation overwhelms her, and she cums.
