i waited so long for this, i wanted this for so long. you beneath me, utterly at my mercy. i get to do whatever i want with you, I get to use you however i want. and you wont say anything you'll give in immediately. i dont know why - you said you have a crush on me or you havent been touched in so long that you dont care what i do to you - i dont care whatever the reason is. i am going to take my time with you. I am going to tease you so much that you'll be begging for something you can't name.
I'll leave hickeys and marks all over your body claiming you as mine and I havent even touched you down there. you're already so wet so desperate already leaking. god you are so pathetic such a whore such a slut for me. what is that? what do you want my pretty slut? say it, say it! say you want my mouth say you want my fingers say you want my cock say you want my pussy.
say the filthy thing, dont get shy now. you were moaning loudly for anyone to hear. you were moaning like a bitch in heat, like the whore you are. say it, what do you want? tell me what exactly do you want me to do? to suck on you until youre shaking? to ride you? to ride your face? have you ride my fingers?
i slap your ass. say it you filthy slut. oh no no your eyes stay open and your eyes stay on me. i want to see you when you become undone, when you reach heaven. oh you got a sweet little thing like you don't behave like this? damm right because you are a whore, for me and only me.
can you please please tell me how youâd rape my cunt
depends do i know you? are we friends? if so then theres a lot of teasing and overstimulation happening before i fuck you until your brain stops working. if we are strangers, well your amazing cunt is being fucked against the wall either of a parking lot or in a house party/club where everyone is watching and hearing the amazing sounds you make. and you're getting degraded and praised a lot. what do you choose?
My gfâs mom is so weird guys. Sheâs giving me like seductive looks in front of my gf. How does my gf not see? Why does she not care?! But I canât lie, her mom is so hot.. I do sometimes day dream what it would be like to go down on her.. but I canât! Thatâs cheating and I love my gf. I will not cheat. But.. her mom said what she doesnât know wonât hurt her.. should I give in?
Do you by any chance need a skeezy, handsy, disrespectful friend of a friend to notice you at the party and immediately start trying to get you to go to a backroom with her and she's barely trying to persuade you and mostly just salivating over you and staring at your tits like a hungry dog and she's not even a little ashamed, to the point where you're starting to get embarrassed for her and just want her to stop nearly making a scene so you at least go to the couch in the corner with her and she's already trying to feel you up while throwing back another drink and getting in your airspace, and anyone who notices just rolls their eyes and laughs at her advances because it's so normal for her, and the idea that no one gives a shit about how you might not even want all the attention is actually just making you squeeze your thighs together even more? Or should I move on to the next vulnerable girl I see? Like, are you fucking game or not? God, quit with the hard to get shit, are you putting out or what.
ŕŞââ´ mechanic!toji offers to fix your car when it breaks down... but for a price. - mdni!
The cold metal of the hood pressed hard against your breasts, the engineâs heat still radiating through the steel and warming your skin. You were bent double, your ass shoved high in the air, completely exposed to the humid air of the garage.
Toji didnât give you a second to adjust. He stepped in close, his massive frame looming over you like a predator. His large, calloused hands â slick with black engine oil and grime â slid firmly onto your hips.Â
He gripped you with a bruising strength, his fingers digging into your soft flesh and leaving thick, dark streaks of oil smeared across your pale skin.
âLook at you.â Toji chuckled, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated against your spine. âAll worked up over a broken alternator. Youâre shaking, sweetheart. Is it the cold, or are you just excited to finally pay your tab?â
You let out a shaky breath, your fingers gripping the edge of the car for support. âYouâre... youâre a prick,â you gasped, though the way you arched your back into him betrayed you.
âMaybe,â he murmured, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. âBut Iâm the only prick within ten miles who knows how to fix this piece of shit you call a car.â
The situation had been desperate.
Your car had sputtered and died on the shoulder of a dusty road just a few miles from his shop. By the time youâd managed to limp the vehicle into his bay, you were stressed, sweaty, and â most importantly â completely broke.Â
When Toji had given you the estimate for the repairs, your jaw had dropped. You didnât have half the amount he was asking for.
Toji had leaned back against his workbench, crossing his muscular arms over a grease-stained tank top that barely contained his chest, watching you scramble through your purse with a cocky, knowing smirk.
âTell you what.â Heâd announced, his eyes scanning your body with blatant hunger. âI donât take IOUs. But Iâm feeling generous today. Iâll waive the labour fee... if you can find a different way to compensate me.â
Now, that âcompensationâ was in full swing.
Toji reached down, his oil-stained hand sliding between your thighs. He didnât waste time with gentleness; he shoved two thick fingers deep inside you with a sudden, forceful thrust.
âNhh! Oh godâ!â You cried out, your head snapping back, a loud moan echoing through the rafters of the garage. You were already soaking, your body reacting instinctively to his dominance.
âFuck, youâre dripping,â Toji groaned, his voice thickening. He pumped his fingers hard, mimicking the motion of a cock, stretching you open while his other hand continued to smear oil across your hips, marking you as his. âSo eager to pay up. I bet youâve been thinking about this since I told you the price, havenât you?â
âShut up... just... pleaseâŚâ You whimpered, your hips beginning to grind instinctively against his hand.
âPlease what? Please fuck you? Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me exactly how you want to pay me.â He teased, slowing his fingers down just enough to make you crave more, his thumb circling your clit with a punishing pressure.
âPlease fuck me! Just do it!â You practically screamed, your voice breaking into a sob of pleasure.
Toji let out a dark, triumphant laugh. He withdrew his fingers and quickly shucked his trousers, his massive, thick cock springing free.Â
It was heavy and pulsing, a stark contrast to the grime of the workshop. He didnât use a condom; he didnât use lube. Then again, he didnât need to â you were more than wet enough.
He grabbed your waist again, hauling your hips back until there was no space left between you. With one powerful, singular thrust, he buried himself inside you to the hilt.
âWhâ nhaa!â You whined, your eyes rolling back as your internals were completely filled. The sheer size of him stretched you to the limit, the sensation overwhelming and electric.
Toji groaned, a deep, guttural sound of satisfaction. âFuck... youâre so tight. Heh, I might actually enjoy this job.â
He began to move, his pace relentless and bruising. Every thrust sent a shockwave through your body, slamming your chest against the hood of the car. The rhythm was primal: the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with the metallic echoes of the garage.Â
Toji wasnât being careful; he was fucking you with a cocky intensity, his chest slamming into your back, his oil-covered hands leaving a chaotic map of black streaks all over your thighs and waist.
âYou like this, donât you?â He grunted, leaning forward to bite the nape of your neck. âGetting fucked on your own goddamn car because youâre too broke to pay the bill. Youâre a littleâhnnghâmess, arenât you?â
âIâah, yes! Oh god, Toji! Faster... pleaseâ faster!â You wailed, your moans turning into incoherent cries of pleasure.
He complied, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, and more violent. He was hammering into you, driving you further and further toward the edge.Â
You could feel the friction building, the heat between your legs becoming an inferno. You were clinging to the car for dear life, your knuckles white, your breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.
âLook at you... taking it allâŚâ Toji whispered, his voice strained. âFuckinâ slut. Just keep taking it fâme.â
The climax hit you like a freight train. Your slick walls clamped down on him in tight, rhythmic spasms, and you let out a long, obscene keen that echoed through the shop.Â
Seconds later, Toji let out a low growl, his body stiffening as he surged deep inside you one last time, filling you with a hot, thick load of cum.
He stayed buried inside you for a long moment, both of you panting heavily, the only sound the ticking of the cooling engine beneath you. Toji slowly pulled out with a wet pop, leaving you slumped over the hood, trembling and covered in a mixture of oil and sweat.
He stepped back, adjusting his clothes with a smug expression, looking entirely too pleased with himself. He reached over and patted the hood of the car.
âAlright. All settled. Your carâs good to go.â He spoke up, his voice returning to that smug, teasing lilt.
You groaned, slowly pushing yourself up, your legs feeling like jelly. âI hate you so much.â
âSure you do.â He smirked.
Just as you were about to climb into the driverâs seat, a loud, metallic clang echoed from under the hood, followed by the distinct sound of something snapping and a hiss of steam shooting up into the air.
The silence that followed was deafening.
You stared at the steam, then slowly turned your head to look at Toji.
Toji stared at the engine, his smirk faltering for a split second. He rubbed the back of his neck, a small, awkward chuckle escaping his lips.
âUhâŚâ He started, glancing back at your flushed face and your oil-streaked hips. A mischievous glint returned to his eyes. âLooks like a bolt snapped. My bad.â
You opened your mouth to scream, but he stepped closer, his hand sliding down to squeeze your ass one more time.
âTell you what,â he whispered, leaning in. âIâll fix it for free... if youâre up for another round of payment?â
we are in a public space maybe theres a party we have been invited to its your office party and youre teasing me. your fingers playing with my pussy but never entrying it leaving me on the edge. your fingers tracing my exposed skin slowly and sensually in front of everyone. eye fucking me any chance you get. kissing and biting my neck and ear subtly and overstimulating me until i cant take it anymore.
until i start begging you to make me cum. to take me in the bathroom, in the quiet hallways or on the table right here i dont care just take me and make me cum now! this is exactly what you wanted and what you were waiting for. you confirm with me if you can take me right then and there and i have had enough i want to be filled, I want to be touched properly and i want to cum so i say yes. and you smirk.
my clothes are removed, and i am naked, desperate and wet for everyone to see. and you start fingering me but you decide you'll do nothing further than that and let your colleagues and bosses have their way with me. because you had lost a bet or you had promised them, you dont remember and it doesn't matter now.
you pull away just when I was so close and i whine, i protest. i dont have to wait longer because every part of my body, every hole of mine will be used. it can be a man, a woman anyone who'd like to have a go. because i am no longer a person. i am a cumdump. i am a slave. i am a flashlight. i am a toy. and i enjoy it, despite my protests and resistance, i enjoy it. because i cant win so i might as well enjoy it.
Drunk at a sleepover and cuddling with two friends. You're all giggling and having fun. You ended up in the middle at some point, no clue when. You get your glass refilled as soon as you empty it. You're not even noticing it. One of your friends has the wine bottle within arms reach.
You're eventually too drunk to process what your friends are saying. The friend who was filling your glass is being questioned by the other one. They look like they're arguing, it worries you and you try to speak up. Your hearing sharpens enough for a moment short enough to hear your friend.
"See? She's had enough. What are you thinking making her drink this much?"
Your other friend leans over and whispers something into your friends ear. She blushes while staring at you. You try to ask what's up. Before you know it you look down and see their hands unbuckling your pants. Your tits are being fondled. Your head is swimming, you're too out of it to make out whose hands is where. You feel yourself get pushed down onto the ground and everything gets too heavy. You close your eyes.
oh to be a princess, escorted back to my bedchambers after a night of festivities and served a drink or three by my unladylike but trustworthy guardâŚregaled by tales of her time as a sellsword, and eventually overcome by temptation when she humbly asks to steal a single kiss. youâre so radiant, she murmurs, and I can hardly decline. but when I move to pull away, she takes more. hungry, her hands are on me, groping me like a common whore, shoving me down while I scream for the guards.
the guards are all passed out drunk, Your Highness. itâs just you and me tonight. she moves my skirts out of the way. and as your guardian I have to give you what your body needs. her fingers work me open and I writhe and moan despite myself. sheâs treating me like a random woman in a tavern and not like a princess sheâs meant to protect, but that makes me even more wet. i could feelâŚsomethingâŚpressing against my thigh, but the more I try to squirm the harder she pushes me down.
she forces my legs open. youâre exquisite like thisâŚI canât believe I get to defile you.
âd-defile?â and then I see her cock, throbbing over me. I see how deep itâs going to go, and I begin to cry. âiâm a virgin, you canâtâŚIâll have you sent to the dungeons for this!â
and explain to your parents all the indiscretions that led to this? no, youâre going to take it. youâre going to bear my bastard and either get thrown out with the rest of the rabble, or beg your parents to marry you off to me and make me a noble. and then youâll take my seed every morning like a good princess, wonât you?
her voice was filled with virtiol but she still fucked me open so gently. i was giving it all upâevery privilege afforded to me by my blood. but i couldnât fight her off, and I had already made my bed. the only thing left to do was wrap my legs around my future wife and cry into her neck as she raped a baby into my womb
mmmmm being raped by someone i hate so much that i canât tell anyone out of fear of not being believed. why would i ever be alone with that person? why didnât i fight back? my heart in my throat every time i see them. itâs shameful, isnât it? that i let myself be overpowered like that. that i was so weak i couldnât stop myself from being defiled, couldnât stop myself from cummimg to the sound of mocking laughter.
itâll feel even worse when i eventually crack and send a message asking to meet
Sure they could lose their license. But not until after you lost all your friendships, your job, and possibly get jail time.
And it really seems like you're more attached to all that then they are to their license.
Which means it's just easier to do what they say. They only need your service once a week, that's not so bad, is it? It's just letting them continue your sessions at their home. The "therapy" is cheaper this way anyway. The hypnosis is relaxing, isn't it?
Servicing their cock, cleaning their house naked, cooking for them. It all actually starts to feel more and more normal the more you do it. More...correct.
They love using your ass while making you watch the blackmail video that got you into this mess in the first place. Making you say out loud that your life belongs to them while you watch. Makes it feel more true every time.
Soon it's not just once a week. Soon there is a collection of videos they could use to ruin you. Where's the line? Is there one anymore?
an underrated kink is corruption. i want to make you worse. i love to coax it all out of you and make you admit how hot you really think it is. donât worry, no oneâs going to find out. no oneâs going to judge you. itâs okay, you donât have to fight it anymore. just let it get to you. you need this.
i love predatory tgirls. follow me to the bathroom, my car or a dressing room who cares just have your way with me. tell me iâm dressed like a slut/whore and how i was practically asking for it. tell me you couldnât control yourself anymore and how badly you needed to fill my cunt. fuck me as rough as you want. i donât care if someone catches us, please do not stop fucking me. my cunt belongs to you and you only
I need to be used so bad. I need someone to pin me down and fuck me until I can't think. I need to feel them stretching me out until I scream because the pain feels so good. I need to have hands all over my body, leaving bruises everywhere. I wanna feel rough hands around my neck and a soft voice in my ear, telling me all the dirty things they're planning to do. I desperately need to cum so hard I start crying, and I need them to not stop when I beg them to. because they know what's best for me.
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