we are way too nice to tall angelic influencers like tiara. all i wanna do is remind her place as a sex object - first creep around and snipe her perfect body, then follow her into the beach showers and force myself onto her pits, tits, lips and cunt and cuck her bf
Remember to make out with her first, if you don’t mind where her mouth has been before this. Bet she’s sucks so many dicks, dug around under so many foreskins and rectums before. The only difference is that this time she’ll be tonguefighting for her life while you pin her down by the neck and shove your tongue into her mouth.
Once you’re satisfied with her work on your mouth. Then you can carry on to stick your cock in there next. Keep her pinned, she doesn’t need to move. She’s just a fucktoy after all. All you need to do is to pump her face with your dick like she’s a piece of furniture. Slap her if she’s not moving her tongue enough. Punch her in the gut if she’s not sucking hard enough. Then leave your payment for her troubles by spurting your thick load in her mouth and making her roll it back and forth over her tongue.
Yes you can’t spell happiness without all our penises, a girl like you, so outrageous and toy-like deserves to be abused like a little slut. Yes stay slutty my little pussy and keep shaking your body like that, wear less next time and show us your true self. Best is you dm guys like me who post video of yours and sexualize your existence among the wolves on tumblr. I will make you famous here, make thousands and thousands of guys to cum for you every other week. I’m sure you are aware of what you are doing while filming this video, I know you are expecting guys to jerk off while watching you smile and dance like that, such a dirty little slut.
Honestly we only care about you and your anal experience. Knowing that you have been drilled by a metal bottle, I’m sure a real dick would feel much better in your ass. Maybe you should try it again before calling it a rape. Honestly which girl wasn’t raped in the ass before they fall in love with anal or a rim job? There’s only one way to find out okay honey?
Don’t need to post your rubbish on ig and acting like you don’t care about what others think. You care too fucking much bitch that’s why you post things like this video for people to enjoy. You ironical attention seeking baby.
What I would give to see Kellie get kidnapped and plowed by hundreds of horny African migrants in a dark French alleyway. Cry for ur life, bitch, while hot BBC cum fills u up and covers ur broken body
Crying and begging gives way to hitched breaths and panicked panting, breathing in time to every push and thrust, soon the sounds of her wet cunt will be louder than her pleading.
The only thing better than her wet slit, made tighter by her panic or her angelic tears are the sounds of her stifled moans, desperate to hide that despite it all.
She's loving every second.
It’s not long before they have her completely undone, frantically thrashing as you orgasm. Once it wears off, however, they don’t stop. It’s too much, and yet she has no fight left in her, thoroughly exhausted and only able to produce pitiful whimpers.
~ an hr prior ~
"Ladies and gentlemen," the host boomed, "Welcome to our product launch! Let's give a warm welcome to our brand ambassador: Ashley!" He stood on the stage, gesturing to me with an easy confidence, broad shoulders and a lean, strong frame. His dark eyes held a steady, magnetic gaze, drawing me in.
He'd said "Ladies" but that must have been for show because as I'd scanned the audience back stage, I'd only see men. They erupted into a chorus of hoots and hollers now. I forced a smile but my stomach churned as I stepped out from behind the curtain.
Countless eyes scanned me from head to toe. Maybe I was imagining it, but their reactions seemed to carry a tone far different from the wholesome environment I had been anticipating.
Instead, I sensed a sort of predatory curiosity, and, was that... lust?
Maybe I should have read that waiver I'd signed more thoroughly...
The host guided me toward a massage-like table set up nearby. Draped in soft, plush blankets, it looked inviting. "Okay, Ashley, let's get you settled," he said, gesturing for me to lie down. As I nestled into the bed four men stepped out from backstage, positioning themselves around me.
I felt a surge of trepidation. The countless eyes on me, the men looming over me, the heat of the studio lights, and the sexually charged atmosphere were all scrambling my thoughts.
"It's alright, it's just the audience engagement we specified in your contract, try to relax and have some fun~" The host smiled reassuringly, stepping forward with a black silk blindfold.
The fabric of my dress clung to me as I shifted, catching on my curves. Leaning in, I could feel his hot breath on me, his hands steady as he brought the blindfold up, brushing softly against my temple. Slowly, he tied it behind my head, his fingers grazing the back of my neck with deliberate precision. The knot was firm and tight, his touch lingering just long enough to give me goosebumps.
"There," he murmured. "Now, Ashley, just relax and let them warm you up."
My heart raced as I lay there, sightless and vulnerable.
There was a moment's pause before hands gently made contact with my skin. The touch was soft as fingers brushed the curve of my neck, tracing a slow path down to my shoulder. The movements were cautious at first, but as he continued, his touch became more assured. Fingers danced across my skin, sending shivers up and down my body. He touched the curve of my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple, making me gasp.
I felt a spark of electricity run through my body as he continued to caress me, flicking his fingers over my hardening nubs. As I focused on the sensations, I noticed how soft and delicate his hands were, his long fingers teasing my nipples with maddening precision.
The second set of hands were firm, rough and confident. There was no hesitation as his fingers explored the bare skin exposed to him, caressing his way up my bare thigh, under the hem of my dress, and finally making contact with the wetness growing between my legs, sending a tingle through my entire body.
I couldn't believe how much this was turning me on.
I was being groped and humiliated and my body was practically begging for more.
I needed to focus. This was just part of the job.
I heard the next man step forward, and the moment his hands met my skin, I jumped. Rough, weathered hands found their way from the nape of my neck up to my scalp. Brushing through my hair, they began massaging my skull with unhurried precision. I caught the faint scent of perfume as he leaned in to smell my hair. Despite the tension in my body, the massage was intoxicating, his skilled fingers sending ripples of warmth and relaxation through me.
When the hands finally left me, I heard the final man step closer. Without warning, he tugged the top of my dress aside, the silky fabric slipping from my shoulder. I felt a rush of cool air against my exposed skin, sending a jolt through me. His hands were warm as he cupped my breast, fingers tracing the curve of my nipple.
He leaned in, the breath on my skin making me tremble. His lips made contact with my hardened nipple, sucking gently at first, but growing more insistent as he continued.
The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that left me gasping for breath. His mouth was warm and wet, his tongue dancing across my nipple as he sucked. I felt myself arching into his touch, wrapping my hands around his head, pulling him closer, wanting more of the delicious sensation that was coursing through my body.
I was getting lost in the moment when the host's voice called me back.
"Well, well, well... looks like our little ambassador seems to be enjoying herself."
I burned with embarrassment, yet my body betrayed me, igniting instead, with desire.
Encouraged by the host's comment, the man continued sucking at my nipple, harder and with more fervor than before. He exposed my other breast, and his mouth moved from one taught nipple to other, almost in a frenzy now.
Pushing my breasts together, he began capturing both nipples in his mouth at once, taking long, deep, hard pulls. I stifled a moan.
"Okay, okay... I think it's time for the main event."
I pulled back, panting with desire and shame. I blinked against the harsh stage lights as the host removed the blindfold, my eyes darting to the audience. I hurriedly pulled my dress back into place, but not before seeing the hungry look in the host's eye.
"Now Ashley," he said, pausing just long enough for the weight of his next words to sink in. "For this next part, I need you to remove your clothes. Completely."
His eyes softened as he spoke the words, holding mine with warmth. There was something else in his gaze, though; a flicker of intensity beneath the surface, calculated and deliberate. It was disarming and magnetic, a look that made it impossible to question his intentions, even as my instincts whispered otherwise.
He took a step closer, his voice dropping smooth and low, each word wrapping around me like a warm embrace. "You have to admit... you're curious about how this will play out. You're curious about what it will feel like to be completely naked in front of all of these men. And I promise you... it will be an experience unlike any other. Now, remove your clothes."
As it had at the start of the first round, my body obeyed the command before I could stop it. With shaky hands I unbuttoned my dress and let it fall around me, stepping out in just my panties. I could feel everyone's eyes rake over my body as I removed it too. The audience fell into a hushed silence. The cool air tickled my skin as each layer fell away.
Vulnerable and exposed, I forced myself to meet the host's gaze, pulse thundering in my ears. His eyes had darkened, the usual spark replaced by something deeper, more intense. For a split second, desire flared like a sudden flame, raw and consuming on his face.
Maintaining eye contact with me and holding a small device in one hand, he stepped forward. Without a word, he began attaching nodes with tiny flashing lights to my chest, wrists, and temples, each one cold and sticky against my skin, giving me goosebumps.
"This," he explained, voice smooth and measured, "is to track your heart rate and body's responses. It will play a key role in determining whether you fulfill your responsibilities."
His smirk deepened as he adjusted dials on a nearby machine. The monitor's faint rhythmic beeping filled the room.
"In order to fulfil her contract obligations, Ashley must experience 10 orgasms, right here on stage."
The crowd erupted into a cacophony of lust-filled calls and whistles, excitement filling the room. "Our four assistants will do everything they can to help her achieve it," the host declared, hunger still glinting in his eyes.
Then, turning to the crowd with a wicked grin, he added, "And for those in the audience feeling particularly generous, there will be a chance for you to come up and join in too."
My brain seemed to shut down, paralyzed by a wave of conflicting emotions. I couldn't form a coherent thought, trapped in a haze of shock. As the host guided me back toward the bed, his hand found the small of my back. He guided me with a deliberate pressure that caused an undeniable flicker of arousal to stir inside me. The option to leave was now a distant memory; a foreign concept. Any thought of escape had evaporated, replaced by the pull of the moment and the inevitability of what was about to happen. I lay on the bed, body trembling, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through me.
An assistant stepped forward, his arms flexing as he tugged his shirt over his head, revealing a chiseled torso. Without hesitation, he kicked off his shoes and slid out of his pants. His thick, girthy manhood jutted out proudly, and he wasted no time in walking over, hopping up onto the bed, and plunging it between my parted lips. The unexpected movement made my breath catch as I instinctively closed my mouth, sputtering around him as he thrust deep into my throat.
Before I could think or react, another was stepping closer, undressing in a similar fashion. His massive cock slapped against my thigh before he moved to position himself at the entrance to my dripping pussy. The tip rubbed back and forth in my wetness, sliding between my folds and gliding tortuously over my clitoris before pushing inside me, filling me up completely. My scream was muffled only by the other meaty organ still filling my mouth.
The double assault sent my body into overdrive, my heart raced as every nerve hummed. I was vibrating, every sensation suddenly amplified beyond reason. As they began moving in and out of me, a tingling spread from my core, radiating outwards to every part of my body.
A third assistant moved closer and began rubbing my aching breasts. My skin buzzed, every brush of his fingers against my nipples sent electric shocks through me. A deep warmth expanded through my pelvis, and I felt a pressure building. The sensors on the host's monitor began to beep rapidly, their sharp tones drawing the audience's attention.
The host's commanding voice came through the speakers, "Folks, it looks like she's approaching orgasm number one!"
The responding roar of the crowd dissolved into the background for me, eclipsed by the wave of pleasure that consumed me as an orgasm rocked me.
The third assistant removed his hands from my breasts and began disrobing, climbing onto the bed behind me and rearranging me to sit in the first's lap, impaled by his cock. The second stood directly behind him, gently pushing my head over the first's shoulder so that he could continue his assault on my mouth.
Bouncing up and down on one cock while another slid in and out of my mouth, I only slightly registered that a third penis was poking at my ass hole.
But when he pushed inside I became acutely, undeniably aware of its presence.
I gasped as he stretched me open somewhere I'd never been touched, feeling a delicious burn as he filled me up. He began to move, each thrust syncing effortlessly with the rhythm of my bouncing body and the tempo of their partner's cock, creating a seamless, intoxicating dance that sent me over the edge once more.
"That was number two!" The host exclaimed.
The final assistant finally joined in, taking one of my hands and guided it to his member, urging me to stroke it as he leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth.
As soon as he latched on, I was gasping for air. The world around me faded away once more as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body, hand jerking rhythmically without thought.
"NUMBER FOUR!" The Host cried, bringing me back to earth, his voice only slightly louder than the rapid beeping of the monitor.
"Let's see if these four can draw one more out of her before giving you eager audience members a chance to come up on stage and help Ashley complete her assignment!"
The men fucked me in every hole, a symphony of squelching and moaning filled the room. At some point I stopped questioning how this could be happening and just let it happen.
I was an animal as I reached the brink of my fifth orgasm, bucking and screaming.
Bells and chimes erupted, along with a sudden flash of colorful lights. Music began playing and the room buzzed as The Host's voice cut through the chaos, "HALFWAY THERE! Let's open this up to our eager audience members!"
They began streaming from their seats, forming a chaotic line.
The men shifted our positions, standing me up and leaning me forward over the massage table. I was met with an unfamiliar dick in my face, while another suddenly thrust into my pussy from behind, causing waves of shocking pleasure to pulse through me with each thrust, and sending me rocketing towards orgasm number six.
As every muscle in my body contracted in bliss, two new audience members appeared on either side of me and took hold of my hands, guiding them to stroke their rock hard rods.
Other, rough hands gripped me, turning me over and pushing me backwards onto the table. Switching hands so that I was now stroking opposite cocks, the men on either side of me leaned in, each taking a nipple into their mouth. Their mouths were hot and wet as they splayed my nipples between their fingers and tongues. This was pure euphoria. Another orgasm went ripping through me as the massive cock plunged in and out of my now dripping wet cunt.
As more men joined in, I gave in to the waves of ecstasy, over and over. Sound faded to a ringing in my ears as I lost track of the number of orgasms washing over me.
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly the upbeat rhythm of a song was blasting through the speakers, jolting me back to reality. My eyes widened, focusing in on the host towering over me with an effortless dominance that made the space between us feel impossibly small. I had to tilt my head to meet his gaze, dark and piercing, the weight of it sending my pulse into overdrive, as he spoke. Microphone in hand, he was in the middle of a sentence. "...FINAL orgasm! You've almost done it, Ashley... You're so close! It's tradition here for the host to administer the last orgasm," he purred, the desire in his voice unmistakable.
I felt disoriented by his words. The final orgasm? I struggled to piece together what was happening, my mind foggy from the intense sensations that had been coursing through me.
"Oh, Ashley. You've been quite the star tonight. Nine orgasms in under an hour, a new record for our brand! One more and you'll complete your brand fulfilment."
His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and intense. I trembled as he approached. Tall and broad shouldered, his smile was dazzling and my body responded to his animal magnetism.
With practiced ease, unhurried, he slid his hands along my sides and I arched into his touch, craving more.
"Please," I whispered, my voice husky with need.
"Patience, my dear," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. "You are unlike any ambassador we've ever had, and I intend to savor this part."
His fingers danced across my skin, teasing and tantalizing. I gasped as he reached between my legs, my hips bucking involuntarily. His touch was skilled and sent jolts of pleasure coursing through me. I whimpered, desperate for more.
"That's it," he purred, his fingers working their magic, stroking my insides. "God you're sexy. Everyone watching is getting quite the treat tonight."
He continued to tease me, to built me higher; complimenting my body and reminding me of the many eyes watching me and how lucky they were. My back arched off the bed, my hands fisting in the sheets as I chased that final peak.
I was so close, teetering on the edge of rapture. His fingers moved faster, more insistently, pushing me closer to the brink. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moans threatening to escape.
Then, maddeningly, he removed his fingers.
Hand snaking around my throat, he positioned his rock hard cock at my entrance. I was drenched and he thrust into me easily, fast and hard, rough and deep.
At first I tried to pull away from his hand around my neck, but he held me there, whispering in my ear to let go, to surrender and to trust him. His fingers flexed, obstructing my airway gently, the restraint creating an intense mixture of danger and safety. There was something undeniably magnetic about this dominance, his fingers found a delicious pressure that stole my air and amplified every other sensation.
"Let go, Ashley," he commanded. "Surrender."
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in closer, wanting him deeper with each thrust. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth with a fierce passion. His movements inside me grew faster, more urgent. He released his grip on my throat as I cried out, my body convulsing with pleasure exploding through me. Wave after wave crashed over me as the host expertly prolonged this final orgasm before finally filling me with his warmth, shooting his hot cum deep inside me.
Want to tie you up and force you on your knees and shove my cock down your throat till you gag and can't breathe, then with tears streaming down your face I'd face fuck you till I cum in your pretty little mouth and make you swallow it all like the good little slut you are 😈
Gwyneth's face burned with shame as she realized how compromising the position was. He had her stretched out into a perfect spladle. Her slim legs were forced wide open, her tiny bubble butt jutting up into the air, pussy lips nearly peeking out from under her bikini.
A small crowd had formed around them, their tussling in their sand attracting the attention of their friends. The tension was palpable as the guys took in the sight of her in the vulnerable position. Gwyneth laughed nervously and squirmed.
"All right.. you win," she admitted defeat. "Now let me go."
"What? Fuck no. You think you can get away teasing us with that skimpy little swimsuit of yours and just saunter away?"
She shivered as she felt his fingers trace her inner thighs, all too aware of the helplessness of her situation. Each touch was a silent claim, a declaration of dominance. Gwyneth's humiliation grew with every passing second, her heart racing as she heard the snickers and whispers of the crowd.
Her eyes widened as she felt his finger hook onto the thong of her bikini bottoms, face flushing with anger and fear as she realized what he had in mind.
"No, don't you fucking dare."
"Hey, everyone! Come get a load of this!" He spat as he pulled the fabric to the side. His friends howled with excitement as her mound was revealed.
"NOOO!"
He cackled as one of his lackeys whipped out his phone and zoomed in on Gwyneth's smooth cunt. Calloused fingers stroked along her slit before spreading apart her lips as far as they could go, her twitching hole and regrettably stiff clit shown to the world.
"What a slut! It looks like she's enjoying this," he sneered before sliding his fingers into Gwyneth's slickening cunt.
Her juices glistened in the bright sun. She sobbed as white hot, shameful pleasure burned through her body from his fingers stroking her virgin walls. She turned to her friends who were watching in a panic, "please.. do something..." begging with tears in her eyes, only to be met with terrified looks, their feet planted in fear of receiving the same treatment.
With the crowd watching and cheering and the overall newness of it all, it didn't take long for her to come to a screaming orgasm. Her juices splattered across her skin, his fingers, and even the phone recording her defilement as tears streamed down her face.
Gwyneth's head spun as he released her from the hold, her body crumpling in a heap as he pushed her still-spasming body off him. She tried to get up, only to collapse to the sand once again, blacking out from the humiliating defeat, her virgin hole thoroughly violated.
