How many of your bitches will admit to spoiling your panties after hearing a whore getting mercilessly ass raped and being made to admit she was born for this?
Imagine yourself going back home from a little trip. Itās late at night. You are standing in the train, with only a few people around~ when you suddenly feel a man press against your back. His hands slightly pressed against your ass cheeks and under your skirt.
āIs he.. groping you? Nah-ā you think to yourself. As you continue to scroll through tumblr on your phone. But the touching continues. First slightly clumpsy. Only minimal. But with the passing second the touching gets more intense and more direct. Until you feel him grab onto your ass cheek and give you a good squeeze.
You want to turn around but the man pushed you against the train door. His other hand on your mouth as he slips his hand under your skirt and inside your panties. Rubbing your little pussy directly. āShhhh. Stay quiet. Donāt disturb MY fun. Unless you want to get hurt little ladyā
You feel his rough hands explore your pussy, play with it, touch it. You feel something hard brush against your leg. And his breath... his warm breath keeps gently hitting the back of your neck as he softly whispers. āSuch a tight pussy... hmhmm. Itās been ages since I touched such a wet and young little fuckhole. You better be a goodgirl and not fight back.. or else!!!ā - he says in a threathening voice as he pulls your hand back, putting it on his hardening cock. You want to pull away. Fight back. But the older stranger is far stronger and forces your hand on his extremely fat and veiny shaft. You feel his foreskin and precum press against your handpalm, coating your hand with his sticky cock juices~ as you are forced to jerk him off in this public train. This while he keeps fondling your breasts, touching your ass, fingering your pussy. ā shhhh be a good toy and jerk my shaft nice and slow for me. Unless you want to get caught by more perverts who wont be as nice as I am.ā
ou realize how fucking sticky your hand is getting.. how much it smells like cock now. And you just do what he says. Obbey his command. And try to hold back your moans~ untill.. you feel him reposition himself behind you. And push his hot rod under/inside your panties and against your pussy! You softly whisper to him to stop, to not fuck you, not cum inside of you and he just slowly starts rubbing his cock up and down against your wet pussy lips. Soaking your cunt. Pushing against your poor lil clit over and over again.
ā shhhhh! Iām not going to fuck you if you behave! Why are you so afraid of some cum?ā
He says as he forcefully pushed you against that door. His dick rubbing faster and faster inside your panties and against your clit. Getting you closer and closer to orgasm. You admit to not be on the pill, but that doesnt stop him from pushing that hard rod against you. ...Until you finally cum~ hard~against his shaft. Tears well up in your eyes from the humiliation as he suddenly starts groaning into your ear. āAn unprotected young pussy uh??? Fuckkkā - as you feel wave after wave of hot cum shoot inside your panties and over your hot pussy. Making your orgasm even more powerful~ before...
The man suddenly SLAMS his cock mid orgasm in your pussy.
Your eyes widen, you try to gasp and say something but he puts both his hands infront of your mouth as he starts to fuck your pussy like a man possesed. Cumming inside you non stop. Pumping the rest of his semen in your unwilling hole. Before pulling out and laughing to himself. āThat was a good hole sweetheart. Goodluck with the baby!... hmmm next!ā
As you sink onto your knees. Your pussy and panties filled up with an overflowing load of cum from this stranger. You suddenly hear a few footsteps and the sound of a zipper behind you. As an new voice says to you āOpen your mouth train dumpster. Iām ready for you to suck my cock.ā
You looked up to see this elderly man in his 50-60ās unzip his pants. He still looked healthy for his age, with a balding head of gray hair, a healthy amount of rimples on his face and a slight beer belly. He pulled his boxers down to expose his hard and fat cock, which wasnāt that long and more on the small and fat side~ but still looked imposing.
āItās been a while since I had the chance to do a young cunt like you! I wont miss this fucking opportunity!ā He said as he pushed his fat dick in your mouth. Both his hands forcefully holding you down as he made you taste his filthy old cock. You try to push him away, but the recent events had already drained most of your energy. Making your attempts futile as the older man just grabbed onto your hair and started thrusting his cock deep into your mouth as he grunted and groaned loudly.
āOof. Fuck. Yess. Dumb. Fucking. Ah- whore. Ah. Fuck! Hey, come have a go at this dumb cunt. Doesnāt she look like your old crush from back in the day? That young girl?ā The old man said as a man in his 30ās walkes up closer, already jerking off his long and hairy cock. This man seemed to be in better shape- at least from what you could barely tell.. considering your face was getting pounded by this large older man whoās fat stomach was pushing against your face.
āYeah dad, she kinda resembles Susie when she was younger.. fuck.ā- the younger of the two said as he walked up to you and pushed his finger inside your cummy pussy. Fingering you rough and deep. In the meanwhile the old man pulled out his chubby cock and started to grope one of your tits. āHave a go at her mouth then.ā He said~ as the other man stepped in and tried to push his long cock just as deep as his father had done.
You felt this long and hard cock go all the way down your throat. You felt the air being fucked from your lungs. Your eyes rolled back as you passed out for a minute. This while the man in his 30ās kept using your mouth as his personal toy. Softly grunting things like āyes. Fuck. Thatās it susie! This is for being such a whore. Fucking take this.ā (Basically using you to unleash his old fantasies š) he said as he quickly shot his smelly cum down your throat. Forcing you to snap awake and gulp down wave after wave of his smelly semen. He even pulled out and shot his thick cum all over your ripped up shirt.
āItās my turn now-ā the older man said. As he lifted your ragdoll body up and slammed you onto his fat cock. Fucking you raw and deep as he wrapped one of his hands around your throat and the other onto your tits. Everything from this point felt hazy. Unclear. Steamy. You felt a few more hands all over your body. A few more cocks were being pushed down your throat. But you wernāt really sure whoās cocks. Your face was covered in cum- making opening up your eyes extremely difficult. Until you suddenly heard the old man say. āFuck. Iām going to unload in this pussy. Iām going to impregnate a girl whoās the same age as my grandchild. Fuckinng. Get knocked u-aarghjj.ā
The old man started to thrust his hips wildly. Until you felt his watery load fill up your pussy. Most probably knocking you up for sure~ if the first creampie hadnāt done that already. The men walked away. A few more stepped in. You felt hands, cocks and mouths all over you. Untill you passed out. Well used. Impregnated. And filthy on that dirty train floor.
The old man on the other hand lifted your body up and took you with him after the strangers were done. You donāt remember how long that took. How many loads you took or whoās load. Just that a few hours later you slowly awoke from your slumber. Your body sore, used and cummy.
āHello there sunshine.ā- you heard a gruff voice voice say. Snapping you awake instantly as you realized what had happenend before. How your clothes got ripped to shreds. How you smelled like cock.. and... in front of you..you saw a big muscled guy. Joined with a few other large men. All laughing. All staring you up and down. You looked around you and realized you were at the park near your house~ sitting on the cold grass.
āH-how did I get here? Did you rescue me?ā- you said as the men all looked at each other and started to laugh. āHaha no sweetiepie. We saw this old dude drag you to the park and grope you. So after he had his fun we payed him to fuck offā
You looked at the men confused, scared and still in a daze. As you tried to stand up and walk away one of the men suddenly kicked your legs from underneath you. āWhere you going cutie? You donāt think we are just going to let you leave after we bought your freedom? You better return our kindness.ā
You yelped. Falling onto your face as you sobbed. āIāll give you money. How mu-ā
Before you could finish your sentence the large man with a gruff voice slapped your asscheek and pushed his thick finger inside your ass. āHmmm this will do.ā You tried to crawl away, but the strong men all jumped onto you. Holding onto your hands. Pushing your face down with their boots. Groping your tits and touching you all over. The gruff voiced man, which seemed to be their leader, positioned himself infront of you as he spat onto your asshole and mumbled:ā This is for your own good you little whore!ā Before pushing an extremely fat cock inside your tight little ass.
You cried, you shouted, you sobbed. As his cock, that felt like it had the size of a fucking arm, pushed inside your tight asshole. Inch. By inch. By inch.. god.. when would this stop? You felt him fuck you hard and roughly as his friend held you down. His strong hands digging into your flesh as you felt yourself impaled on his fat shaft. More and more cockmeat getting pushed into your ass-pussy. Using you as his dumb little cocksleeve. Right here. In public.
In the meanwhile your eyes started to water and roll back. As you felt him finally slam his massive veiny~ throbbing cock fully inside your ass. Filling you up to the brim with cock. Using you like his whore.
You felt yourself slowy pass out when suddenly a fat cock slapped against your face. The strong musky scent of dick slapping you awake as you noticed all these men whip out their dicks. Small dicks, long ones, thick ones, skinny ones, bent or straight. Hairy dicks and shaved. Musky ones, some extremely sweaty and others just recently cleaned. All these cocks started to rub all over your face. Your lips. Your nose.
You felt these men use you. And as you tried calling for help one of the musky cocks got slammed down your throat. As you felt two strong hands hold onto your hair as you got skull fucked like a cheap whore. Slobbering all ovee his balls. Eyes rolled back. Nose dripping with snot~ as your pleads for help turned into a pathetic āglug glguhhhg glugh glluehhhghg glugā
The men laughed as they just used you as a toy. Not listening to your voice. But instead fucking you in turns. Pumping load after load of cum all over your face, hair and tits. Shooting thick overflowing loads of cum inside your ass and pussy. Bruising your tits as they humilitingly stepped on you.
Oh the night lasted long as they used you in public. A few strangers joined in to use your young body. A few guys in their eary twenties had a go at your pussy. And for one of the guys it even seemed to be his first time. Grunting loudly as pumped your pussy with virgin cum.
Oh it was nasty.. it was filthy. Their leader eventually took you to their club house. where they tied you up to one of the urinals. Letting all members use you as a cumdumpster for a week as you lived and slept drenched in cum, pussy juices and sweat. Resisting, until you started to stink like a pathetic little cumdumpster. Until you broke completely and became their obedient brainwashed little doll. Their slut.
You zoned out again. It's just so hard concentrating, so hard having to listen to all those words and think about what they mean and and you're just a dumb girl and
He's smiling at you. Oh God.
Maybe he knows about the wet spot that's getting bigger in your panties. Is it obvious? It's not your fault. You're just so needy and you could only play a little this morning and it only made it worse and now he's
He's putting a finger on your chin so you have to look him in the eye. Oh God. He knows, he knows.
It's not your fault. You're just a girl. You're just so stupid and weak and pathetic, you can't help it. You normally just nod whenever he talks and that makes him happy and that makes you happy.
Why would he ask you a question? You're just a dummy. You don't know anything.
"You weren't listening, were you?" He asks.
You're listening now, but you can't speak, too embarrassed, too needy. Your cheeks are burning. You shake your head. Wait, was that the right answer? You don't know. You nod as well, but maybe that was wrong? You don't know.
Oh God. He's still smiling. He thinks you're stupid. He's right. Oh God.
"How wet are you?" He asks.
He knows he knows his other hand is going down going between oh God
"Ah. That wet. Explains it."
He says that, but your brain isn't really working with words anymore now, and most of them are leaking onto his fingers anyway.
hey can you write about a girl in public who is alone. She has a mini skirt and tiny tube too on. Something happens while sheās walking or on public transport that causes her top to break or fall off and she has to deal with the entire journey home without a top. Desperately she tries covering her tits and gets more panicked but she doesnāt realise that it only makes them heave more and draws attention to them
Molding His Pet
Content: NSFW, (F x Multiple M), Exhibitionism, Dubcon, Gangbang, Training
They had met through unconventional means. Young and living alone, she often enjoyed doing yoga by her big living room window in her tight little booty shorts and sports bra that was a size too small. Of course she didn't notice how provokative her exercising outfit was, but he did.
Her neighbour in the apartments across the street was enamored by her. He saw how her tits threatened to spill out of her top, how her ass cheeks peeked out of the bottom of her shorts, how the yoga poses she did made his cock ache. He had to have her.
So he started following her. Whenever he saw her leave her apartment he'd race down to the street, tailing her as she went to get her daily coffee at the little cafe down the road. After paying for her drink one time, and charming her with his smooth tongue, she was wrapped around his finger.
Their relationship started off normal: romantic dates, touchy movie nights, constant making out, fucking like rabbits. Eventually he moved in with her.
He started out pampering her, buying her things she asked for, but this made her somewhat bratty. His last straw with her entitlement was when she asked for money to try these expensive horse-riding lessons. When he refused, she began whining and giving him puppy dog eyes as she begged for him to change his mind.
He snapped, roughly stripping her and putting her on his lap. His fingers dug into her hips as he slammed her down onto his cock. Never before had he been so mean, harshly rutting into her, claiming brats like her only need to know how to ride cock not horses.
It took everything in him to not completely fall off the deep end, revealing his dark depraved side to her. Though he wasn't gentle, he wanted to treat her so much worse. Luckily they both came before his inhibitions slipped away.
But his more sadistic side couldn't be kept underwraps forever. One day, at the beach on a date, he lead her out into the ocean, far enough that only their shoulders could be seen above the water. Undoing the strings of her bikini bottoms, he took out his cock and shoved it into her cunt. Desperately she held onto his shoulders and bit his neck to muffle her cries from the other swimmers nearby.
The water around them thrashed a bit as he bucked his hips into her at a bruising pace. A smirk painted his face as he watched her eyes roll back at the sensation of his hot cum flooding her pussy.
While she was still a little dazed from the encounter he untied her bikini top, swiftly yanking it away, leaving her nude as he walked back to shore without her. She called out to him to bring her swimsuit back, but he ignored her pleas.
Crossing her arm over her tits and palm over her sex, she slunk through the water towards the beach, staying completely submerged as long as possible. Scanning the crowded sand, she finally got the courage to sprint out, eyes glued to her feet, to go get her towel. Unfortunately she didn't make it far before she bumped into some shady looking men.
They grabbed her, groping her bare wet skin as she struggled to break free. Hoisted up like she was as light as a feather, the strangers pierced her on their cocks. Tears fell from her eyes as they fucked her holes in front of everyone, slowly eroding her mind with each thrust.
Looking up with cock in her mouth, she saw her boyfriend recording the entire ordeal, giving her a mocking wave. For some reason the gesture turned her on, making her cunt clench and cum, milking the men's cocks.
She was passed from dick to dick for a few more rounds before her boyfriend finally stepped in to drag her cum-filled body back to their apartment. He made sure to praise her for being so generous, letting those men use her holes to relieve their stress. He wanted to train her to crave his affection while in this vulnerable, fucked out state.
The next day he bought her a whole new wardrobe as an 'apology' for the beach incident. In reality all of the clothes were two sizes too small. In them her every curve was bursting at the seams, and her nipples and pussy lips were clearly outlined. Not wanting to be rude, she wore them anyway despite the lingering looks from strangers in public.
They were so tight that one day while she was commuting on the bus her teeny tube top burst open, the fabric unable to hold back her fat tits any longer. Everyone stared as she hugged her chest, uselessly trying to conceal her breasts. Her panicked breaths only served to exaggerate her topless upper half, the heaving making her boobs bounce.
When she got home later her boyfriend was shocked to see her return semi-nude. He checked her panties, finding them soaking wet despite her frazzled state. He yelled at her, upset that she was horny from the hungry looks she got while wearing the skimpy attire. Begging for his forgiveness, she agreed to be punished.
The next day she came home to find a dog cage in front of the TV. Her boyfriend guided her, instructing her to strip and shimmy inside. Though hestitant, she obeyed, wanting to earn back his favor. He had her crawl backwards into the cage so that a dildo protruding from the end of it sunk into her cunt. As he shut the metal-barred door another dildo swung in her face, which he maneuvered into her mouth.
Now plugged on either end while on all fours inside the tiny cage, he put on the TV the video he had recorded of her getting gang raped at the beach. She had strict orders to not cum until he said so. Then he left her there alone.
At first she was upset and uncomfortable, but the longer she stayed stuffed full and the longer she watched herself pleasing those men, the more her mind melted. She began unconsciously rocking back and forth, moaning as the fake cocks rubbed her insides.
Noticing her demeanor shift to a more horny, mindless slut, he began playing submissive training audios from their Bluetooth speaker as well.
Though it was hard, she managed to hold off her orgasm the entire time she was in the cage. When he let her out she had drool and slick from her cunt dripping down her chin and thighs. He called her a "good girl" for not cumming. The pet name triggered the obedience training she had learnt from the audios, causing her to get on her knees for him with her eyes crossed and tongue lolled out. After being edged in the cage she begged for him to fuck her. As he laughed at how pathetic she was, like a bitch in heat, it only made her pussy feel needier.
Although she was adopting the submissive role quite well, he still had one more punishment for her to make up for her public clothing mishap.
They walked to the nearest park together; she was wearing a tiny mini skirt with no panties and tight tank top that her nipples poked out of. He sat on a bench, but before she could join him he ordered her to grind on the tip of his boot. She didn't want to until he reminded her that good girls listen to their masters.
Shyly she knelt, positioning her bare cunt on his leather shoe. Already passerby were stopping and staring, but she did her best to ignore them as she rocked her hips to rub her clit against the boot. Her juices coated it as she slid back and forth, slowly getting lost in the pleasure.
Strangers murmured about how disgusting she was, but their comments only made her pussy throb more. Reaching the edge of her climax, she frantically babbled begging for permission to cum. He allowed it only if she shouted out as she came that she was his filthy whore. Without a second thought she obeyed, grinding his boot and shrieking out who she belonged to.
From his pocket he pulled out a small vibrator, instructing her to keep it pressed to her clit no matter what. The buzzing overstimulated her bud, making her drool and moan. He took out his cock, forcing her sloppy mouth onto it as she continued to ride his boot. She came again and again with his cock buried deep in her throat. As a grande finale for all of the park goers who had stopped to watch her self-degration, he came all over her face before harshly twisting her fucked out, dripping body around for everyone to see.
From then on, she was put in the cage daily with submissive training audios and videos of herself getting fucked. She was never allowed to wear clothes in her actual size, and she could never cum in private ever again.
What if a girl has her holes linked to a portal pussy but she has a roommate/boyfriend/friends with benefits and they find out so they decide to take her toys while sheās out and about, slowly starting to stuff her with her own toys. He takes his time till the very end he sets up her biggest toys(that admittedly she hasnāt even been able to fit inside her yet) to a fuck machine, lining them up with the portals and letting the machine go while he leaves the apartment to go find whatever cum puddle you made for yourself shaking and quivering on the floor
This is already a long ask but I got the idea while typing, what if the portal pussies also come out with a new device? Like a nipple pleasure transfer toy, for those with our without breasts it could be a stress ball with little nipples poking off of it, playing and teasing with the nipples and even squeezing the toy just transfers the sensations to the sub itās connected to. Sure would suck to have a automatic breast pump hooked up to your toys so you just start leaking milk like youāre getting pumped but with nothing to collect it all
Torture The Tutor
Content: NSFW, (F-Reader x Multiple M), Dubcon, Toys, Pussy Portal, Exhibitionism, Lactation
The group of boys were shocked to see you were their new tutor for their college math course. Due to a lack of available students willing to tutor, the college had those needing the extra assistance get into groups to share a tutor.
They were part of the group of loser stoners back in high school. You've grown a lot since then, but that doesn't mean they forgot the way you bullied them, treating them like garbage and encouraging your friends to do the same.
The first few tutoring sessions with them were awkward. They'd come over to your house with their homework, hestitant to trust that you wouldn't belittle them like you had before. You couldn't bring yourself to apologize to them, instead hoping that they'd get a sense of your change of character as you helped them with their studies.
What you didn't know was that they were plotting the perfect revenge against you. It had to be something as humiliating as the ridicle they suffered in high school.
As you helped teach the group, they would take turns going to 'use the bathroom'. In reality they were snooping around your home, looking for dirt on you or something they could tamper with.
Finding your spare key, they pocketed that for later. Being the pevs they were, they also found your rather large collection of sex toys. Vibrators, paddles, nipple clamps, breast pumps, a fuck machine, dildos of all sizes; they discovered you were quite the freak. There was even an enormous monster cock in the collection that you still hadn't been able to stuff inside yourself yet.
They hit the jackpot when one of them found a contract you'd signed agreeing to test out this company's new line of sex toys they had sent you. One was a set of portals that connected your pussy to a handheld ring; you were asked to wear it 24/7 then report back how it felt. The other was a round stress ball made to look like a boob. After sticking this patch to your breastbone it would stimulate any touch done to the toy onto the wearer.
On the day of their revenge plot the team split up, some going to sneak into your house as the others followed and livestreamed you as you went about doing your errands.
At first they started slow, teasing fingers into the portal, giggling at how you desperately tried to hide your confusion and arousal. Your face flushed as you walked through the grocery store. Panic set in as you wondered if the portal was broken or if someone had broken in and found the other half.
Slowly they worked through your collection of dildos, sliding larger and larger ones into your cunt. Your breath caught in your throat everytime they pushed a new one in. When they pumped them as deep as they would go you gripped your cart with white knuckles, chest heaving as you focused on staying quiet while being edged.
Just when you thought they had stopped, a pause in the assault allowing you a moment to catch your breath, you shrieked as they pressed your vibrator to your clit at the highest level. Other shoppers gave you weird looks as you slumped over your cart, legs shaking. You pray no one notices the growing wet spot at your crotch or the way your eyes roll back as you cum.
The boys back at your place grab the boob ball, starting to knead it in their hands. You whimper as the sensation translates to your tits. They pinch, lick, twist, and bite your nipples, making you wince as you attempt to find a quieter aisle in this busy grocery store.
When they attached the breast pump to the toy you instantly knew what was about to happen. A moan broke from your throat as the cups tightly suctioned onto your tits, stimulating the already sensitive buds. Strangers walked by giving you disgusting looks as you were milked with no where for the liquid to go except down your shirt. So much came out that it was leaking onto the floor, leaving a milky trail behind you as you stumbled forward.
It was time for the grand finale. Attaching your monstrous dildo to a fucking machine, they positioned it at the entrance of the portal. Even though you were sopping wet, your pussy hadn't been stretched to accommodate its girth. Even when you tried working up to take it on your own time it never fit. But with it connected to the cold unrelenting machine it dug at your hole, forcefully pushing despite the resistance.
The pressure hurt, adding a newfound level of distress to your already dizzied mind. Finally the tip popped inside, gaping your cunt more than you thought possible. Your legs gave out, sending you crashing to the floor drenched in your own cum and milk.
Searing pain burned your pussy as the machine pushed it deeper and deeper, scratching it against your inner walls. A small crowd gathered, either laughing at how depraved you were or unsure if you needed help.
The boys didn't come to your rescue until the others at your house arrived at the grocery store. For a good 30 minutes you mindlessly twitched and drooled, occasionally cumming around the massive toy invading your cunt. Pictures and videos of you seemingly becoming a braindead bimbo without anyone touching you went viral. Safe to say, they were pleased at how their revenge plot played out.
Omggg can u just imagine a world where a new law is put in place where women hav to hav a pacifier attached to their clothes at all time, and whenever they get emotional to the point of disturbance, a Man is allowed to take it upon himself to put the pacifier in her mouth, and sheās not allowed to take it out until the Man deems that sheās calmed down enough? So that like, even in corporate offices, when a woman tries to say something and even like a hint of emotion enters her voice, a Man jumps in and sticks her pacy in her mouth. And of course the Men take advantage of it! they donāt actually think the women r āout of controlā or ācrazyā itās just fun for them to exert even more control.
And it gets to the point where literally a woman speaking without smiling or nodding or looking happy is treated as if sheās about to throw a tantrum. Then they just do it for fun, even when a woman is acting ārespectable,ā just literally every time she speaks, and the Men all laugh, and she looks ridiculous cus she has to try and look angry and fiery with this little pink pacifier plugging up her naughty mouth.
And because the women arenāt allowed to take it out w out a Manās permission, itās not uncommon to see a female employer just walking around the entire day with a pacy stuck in her mouth, because the Man who put it in as a joke forgot the minute after he did it.
Half a year after the law gets implemented, a particularly opinionated woman who has been targeted in the office more than anyone gets up to give a presentation, and as she opens her mouth, before she even says anything, a guy stands up from the conference table, walks over, and pops the pacifier in her mouth. There r some huffs of laughter, lots of guys smiling and looking smug, and sheās just stuck frozen and helpless, because legally she canāt take it out and speak.
And months of this exact treatment finally reach their head, and the most outspoken, ambitious woman in the office bursts into tears in front of everybody.
She canāt wail like she wants to cus she has to keep the pacifier in her mouth, but there r streams of tears running down her face, and her sobs r audible in her throat. Nobody comes to move her, so sheās just stood at the front of the room in her favorite red suit that she wore today cus she wanted to feel powerful, crying like a little girl. And even through her blurry eyes, she sees all her coworkers watching her like itās a fireworks display. One of them is holding up his phone to film her.
Finally, when her tears hav settled to throaty whimpers, her boss stands up and comes to guide her back to her seat, not acting the least bit surprised by her outburst. āOkay, alright, honey, itās okay,ā he says in the most patronizing voice sheās ever heard. āYou just sit back down here next to Mitchell,ā he pulls her seat out for her and she shakily sits down. āThatsa girl. Good. Now you just relax right there, and keep that in until you feel better, hm?ā Instead of patting her shoulder, he pats the side of her face like a fucking child.
Then, switching from the soft sugary voice he used on her to his normal, stern sounding voice, he goes, āNow!ā She feels a jolt of anxiety at his return to professionalism, terrified suddenly that heās gonna expect her to try and speak and sheāll be humiliated again, but he continues, āLetās proceed, shall we, gentlemen?ā
And she feels her panic fade. Thank God. Iāll just listen, she thought. Its probably for the best ā I could use a minute to calm down, I did kind of freak out up there.
She thinks all this, and though she doesnāt even rightly mean to, she starts sucking on the pacifier. Just to help me calm down, she thinks. Just for today.
As she keeps sucking, she forgets to listen to the meeting, but she does move her hips without fighting when Mitchell slips his hand between her legs and starts rubbing. And for the first time at work in months, she feels like she know what sheās doing.
"Tell me something," he said as he ran the fat head of his cock up and down the length of her slit, his other hand on her hip to keep her steady. "You can count to five, can't you?"
"Of course I c-c-caaaaaa~!"
He'd slid into her.
It was always harder to think straight when she was full. Even just having his hand resting on her waist - as he liked to do when talking for her around their friends - was usually enough to make her a bit floaty. His cock basically just turned her brain off.
Still, she could count to five. Ridiculous he'd even ask, she wasn't that bad. And she'd show him! She could count to five!
Could prove she wasn't that dumb.
Doing her best to ignore the gentle, slow, beautiful in-and-out rhythm he had started to build up she scraped together her thoughts and started:
"O-one, two, thr-"
Smack. Gasp.
She looked back at him, hair falling across the indignant expression on her flushed face. Both sets of cheeks were probably about the same shade of red, now.
"That's not f-fair!"
He gave her a lighter swat and she flinched a little, suppressing a groan as he ran a hand possessively over her lightly-stinging rear.
"You lost count. Start over."
She could do this. A child could count to five!
Looking forward again she closed her eyes and took a breath and tried not to simply melt around his cock and started again:
"One, t-wo-"
Another smack.
She didn't look back this time, just jolted forward with a squeal, her brain totally blanking for a split-second. Too full to think.
"Y-you're cheeaatttinnnggg!" She wailed, properly fucking back against him now, breathlessness creeping more into her voice.
"I'm allowed. What were you up to?"
"Thr-three... n-no, f-four, uh..."
"Nope. Start over."
She groaned and mewled in needy frustration. Why was she asking her about numbers now? Numbers were so hard and she was so stupid. What was she even meant to be doing again? Count to five? That was so many! And saying numbers was difficult!
Easier to just moan.
Still, he'd said, so she had no choice.
"O-on-one... one? Tw-two... an'... then it's... mmph?"
He'd reached around to feed his thumb into her open, panting mouth. She started sucking on it immediately, eyes rolling back in her head, cunt clenching. Thinking stopped. Full was hard enough. Full, fucked, and sucking was impossible. Her brain melted.
"Lose count again?" He asked, but he knew there wasn't going to be an answer. Her body slapped back against his as she sucked mindlessly on his thumb, groaning and gasping and drooling.
Maybe a bit unfair on his part, but he really did love doing that.
Having tits this big would be such a daily humiliating experience. Youād be so embarrassed as every bra would be too small for you. Guys would refer to you not as the hot girl, cute girl but cow. Every step they bounce and giggle, the amount of unwanted attention and rude comments.
But deep down youād only want to feed every hungry mouth you see, your duty is to serve and your tits are only there to feed others. You are not a woman, youāre a resource for extracting from. Your body feeds others. You donāt have humanity, only resource
Constantly reminding a sub who controls their body is important to reinforce complete and total submission. I recommend casually playing with erogenous zones in public until they melt into a puddle.
My ultimate fantasy is being gangraped in public. Don't really care how it happens.
Maybe in a dark alley on my way home. Being forced on my knees on the dirty floor while dicks are being shoved in my mouth. Everyone laughing and talking about what a slut I am and how they're gonna use me while I choke and cry beneath them
Or maybe while I'm on a hike in the woods someone just grabs me from behind and drags me off the path into the trees. Before I can even comprehend what's happening my pants are being pulled down and a dick shoved into my cunt. Other men emerge from behind the trees and take their dicks out, jacking off to the sight of me being raped, silently struggling while the man behind me covers my mouth so I don't scream
Or how about a public park? Someone kidnaps me and ties me to a bench in the hour before dawn. I'm naked bent over the bench, presenting my pussy for everyone who walks my. They put up a sign that says "free use fucktoy" right next to me. When people start pouring into the park once the sun is up, they point and laugh at me and some will stop to fuck me. A line forms behind me. At the end of the day, I'd be humiliated with cum dripping down my legs
just imagining being forced by a dom to do all sorts of disgusting and degrading things in a work call because it's the first time ive worked from home and apparently my tits look too good in a button up - the buttons strained to accustom my tits which stretch the buttons to the limits - and because this is a free-use household, i need to comply with wtv you say <3
maybe he'll start by telling me to take my mouse n hump it - try cum from nudging my clit against the scroll wheel.
i'd be horrified by the idea, telling him to go away because im in a meeting - but the threat of being edged with a ruined orgasm if i dont do it and leave his mouse sticky and disgusting gets my hips shuffling until i find a rhythm where i can nudge my clit against the rubber scroller without moving too much on the zoom call either
but what from there, once ive left your mouse in a state with my cum dripping from it and my pussy is spasming and fluttering post orgasm? you'd realise that it's a lot of fun making me do sexual acts whilst trying to pretend that i wasn't so that i didnt get fired.
so next time im at your place and setting up to join a work call from your computer, how interesting it would be to find a dildo on the seat - preplaced and ready for me.
i'll sink down onto it. i'll feel every ridge of the stupid patterned plastic that you left there for me - a camera beneath the desk with the red bead of light flashing to indicate that you'd be rewatching this so see my how my pussy envelopes each inch of silicon and how my slick drips down from my pussy and coats the plastic all shiny and wet - seeping onto your chain too and leaving a damp spot by the end of the call. he'd find it a particularly fun watch when i struggle to string together a sentence when someone in the call asks me why i appear to be moving so much - choking down my moans as i brinked orgasm on the plastic cock to painfully lie that i had a walking desk.
another time, you'd tell me to tuck my chair in before taking full purchase of the skirt i wore with no tights, giving you full access to my pussy beneath the desk whilst i tried not to roll my eyes to the back of my head as you brought me to the edge yet another time with your tongue and fingers, slurping my pussy juices so obnoxiously loudly it was a wonder how the computer microphone hadnt picked up a single noise
i wish i could tell you to stop.
and i probably would, if you didn't keep threatening me:
because you had made it very clear that if i didnt subtly fuck myself for you in each of those work meetings, you'd show every single one of my colleagues how much of a slut i am and rip my shirt open whilst i'm on call and let my tits spill out frmo beneath my braless shirt, n force each of my colleagues to watch me take it up the arse - staring into the camera and screaming whilst my tits flop and undoubtedly - not a single colleague tries to stop it, because they're all too busy sorting out their cocks that harden at the sight of their fat-titted co-worker getting their hole violated for them on call <3
It starts off as harmless flirting, he's your employee, you're his supervisor. The flirting turns into a date, the date turns into sex, and before you know it, he's getting you to dress up to sit at his place and fuck.
Over the next few fuck sessions, he starts dominating you, calling you his bitch, his whore, a dumb fucking slut. You get indignant at first, telling him to stop, but your pussy tells him you like it, a lot.
A few more weeks and he somehow convinced you to wear a collar when you come over, because you're "His property", and he likes when you wear a collar for him. Slowly he gets you wearing the collar outside if his place. Getting you used to having it on, until one day, you're wearing it to work without even realizing you put it on.
A few more weeks and he ties you up every time you come over now, makes you wear the collar and a feeder gag, and plays with you, but doesnt allow you to have an orgasm. He tells you to be a good girl and stay horny for him.
Within 6 months, you've gone from being his superior at work and lightly flirting, to being his personal property, with no right to say no when he wants you to do something.
And then, on day he takes you in to work, and the rest of the team is waiting in your office. He's been showing them videos of you, degrading yourself, humiliating yourself, for his pleasure, your face burns with humiliation at the things they're saying.
And then he bends you over the desk, and all of them line up behind you, your hands are bound for them in the same way he ties you up for himself, helpless, available, turned on from being used...
Only this time you're being used by your own employees, and he's simply looking you in the eyes and telling you what a good little whore you are, and you're shaking your head in agreement, as your employees use your holes, and thing's will never be the same for you...
Because now you arent a woman with rights, you're a dumb cunt with three holes that belong to the man thats whoring them out on your own desk.
want a guy that will bully me just like i need, call me an easy little pervert, oh, and i actually like that, donāt i? how pathetic, getting worked up just from a little light bullying, itās because i really am a pervert, huh? and way too eager, cause he can feel that iām leaking through my shorts already, dipping his fingers in iām soaked too, fuck, he canāt believe it was just. so easy to get me this wet, this hard tooā¦ even though itās waaaaay smaller than his.
just to show me, i need him to slip his fat half-hard cock out through his fly, stroking it with the hand that was playing with my slick, wet cunt. i want him to point out that iām staring and laugh at me as he strokes himself hard, that fuck, iām giving him such a cockdrunk look already. i should just get on my knees if i want a closer look so badāoh wow iām actually doing it. fuck. he was just joking, but okay, be a whore then. and iām watching him pull and twist his cock and soak it with his pre from his leaky tip and hearing the slap of his palm against his balls and way he grunts, and he canāt believe iām actually drooling over how thick his dick looks at full length, that he can see me licking my lipsā¦
is this what i want? he asks, pushing closer, tapping it against my cheek. hmm? what was that? he canāt hear me from down there, he says, pushing even closer, pushing his cock against my face. wait, god, am i seriously sniffing him right now? ohhh, one of those musk kink freaks, huh. i guess heāll be generousāhe grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes me into his crotch, pressing his fat, heavy nuts against my face, letting me huff his scent. this is what i wanted anyway right? to be smothered by his cock? oh my godāwas thatāit was a little muffled, butādid i seriously just say āthank youā?
he laughs again, saying he knew i was a desperate little slut but he didnāt know it was this bad. he holds me down there pressed tight against his groin a while. my head spins from inhaling his scent, the teasing, and my increasingly apparent need to get a deeper breath in. okay, okay, he says, pulling me back by my hair again. i can breathe a little. just for now. but i better put my mouth to fucking work when iām ready, okay? can i do that for him?
of course i can. cause iām an easy little slut who will do anything if you bully him right. and he knows that š
a lesbian is drinking with her male best friend at her place.
they start teasing each other and wrestling playfully, and then, as a joke, he bends her over across his lap and spanks her a few times, through clothes of course, as they both laugh about it.
they both get a strange feeling about it though. they've known each other for so long and have always felt comfortable with physical contact and doing silly things together; there was no reason for this to have crossed any line. there was no such intent behind it, of course. and yet here they are, in this position, still in a playful mood, still just good friends - she has a girlfriend, he's been talking to a girl he likes, they've never considered each other as anything resembling a potential date or hookup - but this strange feeling, hard to define, not nearly alarming enough to give either of them a pause, compells them to stay like this and keep going.
he gives her ass a few more firm slaps. she's laughing still, but it starts to kind of sound like moans, and she can feel blood rushing to her face, already flushed from the alcohol.
he keeps spanking her, hard, and she keeps whimpering and giggling about it, but they feel like this just isn't cutting it, not with the layers of fabric softening the blows. their inhibitions lowered, neither of them questions his next move - pulling her pants and underwear down, exposing her bare ass.
now, there's nothing to weaken the force of his open palm against her flesh. the next smack is loud and startles them both, and she squeals in pain and surprise. it leaves a red mark on her buttock.
still nothing to ruin their mood, though. it just seems like a good idea to keep doing this.
another smack, then another. there's a hardness growing in his pants despite the alcohol, but she barely notices that, or how the intense tingling sensation spreads through her entire body with each surge of pain. she can barely think, really, it all happens on impulse, that bond between them somehow making it all so innocuous still. all that matters is that it's just so fun and so silly. that it just hurts so good.
she clumsily slides her jeans and underwear down completely, kicks them away, then settles back on his lap as before, chuckling to herself. she's so tough, she's taking it so well! her ass is red and stinging, but she can take it, of course she can. and of course they should keep going.
even as the spanking that follows is relentless, accompanied by his gasps of exertion, each hit stinging more than the one before it. there are tears welling up in her eyes, which she's glad he can't see, though the whimpers she can't hold back are a dead giveaway what intense sensations she's experiencing.
she doesn't know if this is still funny, and it hurts so bad that it's hard for her to hold back the urge to just start sobbing; yet there is some strange simple comfort in knowing he will keep going until she physically gets away from him. and maybe even then he'll grab her and keep spanking her, though she's too dizzy to think that far ahead. right now, there is exists nothing else in this world but her humiliating position and the firm hand smacking her fat backside again and again and again and again.
so of course she doesn't notice until it's too late that all the shocks sent through her body from that sharp point of contact have been pooling in her as warm heavy tingling, not alleviated by her crying out but instead strengthened by it.
the pressure reaches its peak, her taut body spasms without warning, back arching and ass shooting upwards as her legs snap straight-
psssh....ssssquirtshhhh~...
her mind goes completely blank, pain and pleasure twist into one, and for what to her seems like an eternity she is stuck in this electrified ecstasy, orgasming violently while her cunt gushes like a hose all over the floor and her friend's legs.
the sound that leaves her drooling mouth would be embarrassing if she could tell where she was or who she was - a low, guttural moan, as if her braindead body's yelling out in surprise at being deprived of its control center.
she just came from being spanked. she didn't know that could happen, let alone that she could do it, let alone like this.
a few more spurts follow, a few aftershocks, before her legs give out, and she falls back onto her friend's lap.
for the next few moments, only her strained breathing can be heard. they don't have to say anything right now, though. they are both thinking the same thing.
he's going to smack her sore wobbly ass some more, he's going to force her to lick up the mess she's made, she's going to gladly take care of how riled up she's got him by letting him fuck her mouth until he cums down her throat, and then he's going to fingerfuck her greedy lesbian pussy until he's positive he's wrung out all the tearful dykegasms out of her.
