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makemonymoo-deactivated20260501

I’m imagining being a demon hunter who’s out to capture an incubus and, to protect myself, I get a womb tattoo. Only, instead of repelling the incubus, it draws the demon to me. The incubus can’t resist sliding its massive cock into the my tight, hot cunt and pinning me to the nearest flat surface, fucking me relentlessly until it paints insides with cum. We’re both writhing and panting against each other, grunting and moaning with pleasure as it fills me up to the brim. And even then, the incubus keeps itself buried inside me so none of its cum leaks out of my hole. Its cock is still achingly hard, even after all that.

The demon shows no sign of slowing down. My tummy’s heavy, weighing me down, making it impossible to get away.

Isn’t this what you wanted? it purrs in the hunter’s ear. You’ve caught me.

Only now it’s clear that I’ve been caught in my own trap. I’m in for a very long night.

makemonymoo-deactivated20260501

I’ve been trying to get rid of this stupid womb tattoo for weeks, to no avail. The only time someone manages to make some kind of change to the tattoo is a complete disaster.

Instead of barring the demon from my cunt the way the witch promises, she simply bespells the tattoo to keep it from moving once it's inside me.

For just a moment, I’m hopeful (not disappointed, I tell myself, never that) when the incubus pulls out of my pussy. The sound I make is one of relief, not thwarted lust as I allow myself to believe that the demon will never be able to fuck me again. But instead, it simply changes postitions, pulling me on top of it before spearing me open with its colossal prick.

Naughty little whore, the demon whispers. It looks like you’ve been busy. Laughter that sends shivers down my spine and a surge of wetness straight to my stretched out cunt. But have it your way.

I brace myself for what’s to come. Only the incubus doesn’t move, simply stares at me with glowing, inhuman eyes and a smug smirk all over its face. My cheeks are flushed from both embarrassment and arousal.

feral-and-or-horny

I keep imagining working on a space station, and not doing a proper inspection of my suit before I go out to do some repairs, and so I dont notice the little alien slime creature that's hidden inside of the suit. Everything's normal at first, until I feel something sliding up my leg, and its certainly jarring, but i dismiss it as nothing more than my imagination. When it moves between my legs though, I cant ignore it. I feel it squeezing its way inside of me, rubbing against my clit and making it impossible to think clearly as I make my way back into the station in a panic. I get the suit and my uniform off as quickly as possible, and find the little slime gently fucking my pussy, growing steadily bigger as if goes, and i can see a cluster of hard jelly like eggs floating inside it. I try to grab it and pull it out of me, but little clumps of it just stick to my hand and begin to grow and slide up my arm. No matter how I struggle, i can get it to stop.

It makes it to my neck and up my jaw, clumping together into a long cock before forcing its way into my mouth and throat. It fucks my throat, making me choke when i try to scream and suddenly gushing a cold fluid deep in my throat, forcing me to swallow. As soon as I do, I feel my clit start throbbing. I was already wet from the slime fucking me, but now the wetness is dripping down my thighs and I fall forward onto my hands and knees, laying with my ass in the air and my legs spread, eagerly sucking more aphrodisiac from the slim cock as I moan and silently beg for it to fuck me harder.

I'm filled with more aphrodisiac, making it almost too easy for me to cum at the slightest touch, and the slime begins to fuck me deeper, some of it even slipping into my ass to help me cum and keep me nice and pliant. The eggs are far more solid than the slime, and I feel myself stretch to fit them. They struggle at my cervix, but the slime forces them through one by one, dozens of the little eggs filling my womb and squirming inside me. When it's done filling me with it's eggs I expect to feel a burst of cum filling me next, but instead I feel the slime, every inch of it, burrowing deep into my pussy and womb, leaving me stumble naked back to my room to collapse.

When i wake up a few hours later, the baby slimes have made their way out of my pussy and the firat one is back to filling me with fresh eggs, and from the loud moans I hear echoing around the ship, I assume the new slimes are showing my crew mates the same pleasure.

halfgay-halfboy

Date idea:

You take out a condom and show me the expiry date: it's before today's date. You tear it properly and I watch you lube up your cock carefully rolling the condom onto it and making sure to squeeze out the air at the tip.

I spread my legs wide for you and rub myself where you can view my cunt. You position yourself between my legs, push your cockhead past my dripping and puffy folds, and thrust to the hilt.

You start fucking me, allowing the barrier between us to become well lubricated with my slick, periodically pulling out enough to check the integrity of our protection. Your thrusts become more insistent, fucking into my cunt deeper and deeper as you stretch me out and I relax--no, submit-- to your onslaught. Your movements with time become more erratic, more beastial; your breath heavier, more labored. You're going to cum.

You push my thighs up and back, pressing them into my chest, my knees are in my armpits. My cunt is as exposed as it could be in this position. Your hips drive forward as far as they can go as your breath hitches and I feel your cock throb inside me. The condom serves its purpose as you release your semen into it. I can feel how warm it is; it's a lot. Your thumb circles my shiny tdick, wet with slick and engorged with arousal. It triggers the muscular walls of my cunt to contract and massage your slightly flaccid cock, which is quickly recovering its blood flow to bring back your erection while you're still inside me. While you're still wearing the used condom full of your cum.

You pull out slightly and grip my thighs that held me in the mating press.

The mating press.

My nervous system starts to panic, and my eyes widen as I realize what's about to happen to me. I am given no chance to protest before you slam your hard cock deep into my cunt once more. Your cockhead reaching my deepest parts and hitting my back walls like a battering ram; it hurts, I've never felt you get this big. The pain brings tears to my eyes, and I find my voice to tell you, "Please slow down, you're hurting me." I watch your lips curl into a sadistic smile as you continue abusing my cunt without regard. This condom isn't going to hold if this keeps up. We put one on because we both knew how risky of a day it was to fuck raw. If you came inside me, I'd for sure get knocked up. I plead with you to pull out and get a new condom. "Please stop, you can't keep fucking me like this! The condom.. it'll break! Your cum will-"

You lean your body forward, pinning me with your weight and clamping a hand over my mouth, hushing me as your cock pistons in and out of my cunt; you're hitting my good spot and I feel the buildup right before the pleasure forces my muscles to bear down and I squirt all over your balls; that were once slapping my asshole with each thrust but now we're pressed against it. The walls of my cunt clench and try to push your cock out and from my position on my back, watching you rape me with my own pussy in my face, it's all I can see: creamy globs are leaking out from around your cock and dripping down my tdick. Your cocks assault has broken the condom. There was nothing standing in the way of your weeks pent-up loads of spunk from claiming me, knocking me up.

Your hand stifles a sob from my mouth as I feel your hips clash with mine; and stay there. You're not even thrusting into me at this point. Your cock, without a condom, is pressed into my cunt as deep as it could ever go, giving it kisses as your roll your hips forward and push your already present load further inside me. You lean in and clamp your teeth into my neck as you pant and shake. This isn't happening, this can't be happening.

And that's when it happened.

You bit down onto my neck even harder, a gravely moan erupting from your teeth as hold yourself inside me; your bare cock twitches, shooting its second load of weeks saved semen deep inside my defensless cunt.

Just when I think it's finally over, you reach down with your hand and rub my oversensitive tdick in circles. I beg for mercy though your fingers on my lips, desperately attempting to hold myself from having an orgasm from you raping me. But you insist, unrelenting, and the circles you trace around my tdick force me to cum around your still penetrating cock, keeping all your semen inside as my insides open up and take in every drop.

subinasundress

I had a dream the other night that I was at a frat party. I was the DD, so I was only drinking water, but I was having fun dancing and grinding. When I went to get more water, someone grabbed my hand and led me towards a bedroom. He was hot, so I followed. When we got there, we started making out, but before we got too far, I could hear my friends looking for me. It was time to go. He didn't want to me go yet, couldn't I see how hard I made him? He grabbed me when I tried to leave. He had handcuffs in his drawers and tape on his nightstand. It didn't take him long to have me gagged with my arms behind my back, despite my struggles. He threw me on the bed. He told me he would go tell my friends I had left already, to get rid of them. "Don't go anywhere, I won't be long." As he left, something caught his eye. The bed post. The corners of the bed post were topped with round bulbs, just bigger than a golf ball. His smile told me he had a plan that I wouldn't like. He reached under my short skirt and effortlessly ripped my panties off. Then, he lifted me up, one arm under each leg, and I felt the tip of the post at my entrance. I struggled, but he was so much bigger than me. It hurt when he started to lower me down. I was dry and unprepared. I felt the bulb pop in and he lowered me down, until I was standing on my tip toes. The post was so deep, I knew i wouldn't be able to get off of it by myself, there was no escaping. He smiled and winked, promising to come back soon and use me for all I was worth. Unfortunately I woke up before he came back, but I keep thinking about that dream.

God that dream had me soaked.

cerealmilker

while visiting the doctor he asks you if you’d like to participate in highly important medical research for a bit of extra cash, he says they’ll pay five thousand bucks at the end of the research and all you have to do is “run a few standard tests and stay a couple of nights at a research facility”

you agree, i mean he said it was important and the fact they are paying you is a nice added bonus, what could be so bad about a couple of nights in a medical research facility?

the next day you arrive at the address given to you, an empty secluded carpark, with a black SUV parked in the middle. you get out expecting maybe a doctor or a scientist to happily greet you, they did say it was highly important, surely this is normal right? instead four suited men emerge from the doors of the vehicle and grab you roughly by the arms and legs carrying you into the car, kicking and struggling you notice one reach into his pocket, pull out a small cloth and push it close against your face. you only remember the sweet smell as you blackout.

florescent white light invades your vision when you re awake. groggy, you try to stretch your arms when you realise you cant move them, infact, you cant move anything from your neck down. you look down to see you are strapped down on a padded table, arms pinned to your sides, legs spread apart, naked and vulnerable. you were so confused, what the hell was going on?

you see a man, a clean looking older man wearing a white lab coat enters the room holding a clipboard and a pen and takes a seat next to you in a chair just out of your vision. you try to speak, to ask him what was going on but your words are muffled and barely audible, in your mouth was a small gag. after a couple of minutes hearing him writing on a his clipboard you notice a wet squelching sound approaching you, as it got to where you were strapped on the table you heard the man speak. “time is 22:43, first compatibility test starts now”

you felt multiple long slimy tentacles wrap round your already restrained thighs, more made their way onto your chest circling your breasts and eventually teasing your nipples, they began by gently prodding them, tapping and nudging your nipples before placing one of their suckers on each of them. this can’t be happening. you feel your clit twitch. no this- this is so wrong, you didn’t sign up for this, why was this happening to you? what was this thing? and why….why was it making you wet?

you didn’t get the chance to be confused for much longer, feeling another slimy appendage make its way up your legs, it makes its way up your thigh and then stops, right infront of your cunt. slowly it rubs itself up and down your slit, mixing its slime with your wetness before making is way to your clit. again it prods, pokes and taps at the bud between your legs. you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, you really dont want to be turned on by this but something about the way the tentacle on has now switched to suckling gently on your clit has you gushing.

“the subject responds incredibly well to stimulation provided by the first creature” the man speaks calmly, you cant stop your eyes from rolling in the back of your head, every single movement from the appendages had you twitching. its like they new exactly how and where to touch you.

you felt another appendage press at the entrance to your cunt. this one was thicker than the rest, the tip pushes into your hole, and even the first few inches are a stretch. it pushes further and further in stretching your little tight hole nice and wide for it. you cum just from the stretch alone, and the extra stimulation on the rest of your body. whatever this creature is, it does not care that your pussy has never taken anything this big before, it starts brutally shifting in and out of your stretched hole, rubbing up every wall again and again and again. you start to see stars, the overstimulation way too much for your poor body to handle.

and right when you think your on the edge, about to blackout. it stops and pushes deep down, up against your cervix. you feel its hot sticky fluid invade your womb while it twitches up against your walls. all the other appendages stop stimulating your nipples and clit, hearing them slither off and away from the table. you lie and wait, surely it was done secreting whatever fluid has just entered you and will pull out? a couple of minutes turn into ten maybe fifteen, the only sound you could hear being the mans pen on his paper.

again you hear the man speak “test will resume in 3 days, subject and creature will stay linked until birthing”

you start to cry as you hear him leave, realising you’re stuck there. overstimulated cunt stuffed to the brim with alien sperm, and a huge tentacle between your legs to keep you company till the birth of its offspring. lets hope it doesn’t get bored and play with that swollen little bud of yours.

trust-your-doc

I just changed out of my shirt, tie, and white coat - what I usually wore when I did most of my standard visits and pelvic exams - and into my purple scrubs. I wore these when I’d be performing procedures or had other concerns about possible “splash over” - you know, bodily fluids that might squirt or otherwise stain my normal clothes.

Walking into the procedure room I saw my staff getting the final preparations completed. “So, how’s our patient doing today? All ready to get started?” I asked her.

“Mmmnnnnggghhhmnn!!!” she replied. Loudly. Well. Shouting might be a better term. Screaming, better yet. “I’m sorry kiddo, it’s a little hard to hear you through the gag, so I’ll just take that for an enthusiastic yes!” She cried out more and strained and struggled against the straps that tightly held her waist, torso, and extremities in place. “Such enthusiasm! I know, I know, I’m excited to get started too!” I said as I rolled up between her spread legs, her shaved pelvic area on front of me - properly draped - and ready for my skilled hands to do what they did best.

doll-for-you-11

Imagine you find a nice guy, go on a few dates and decide you like him enough to let him take your virginity.

He holds you and kisses you and asks if you're sure a million times and he makes sure to get you ready beforehand.

lovely-sage-girl

I want you to breed me in front of everyone. Take me out in public and humiliate me as hard as you can PLEASE. Take me to dinner and force me to ride you under the table. Make me jerk you off. Take me into the fitting room of a store and absolutely rail me. Take me outside and fuck me against a balcony. Maybe we invite your friends over and I have to try to be quiet or else they’ll all hear. Or maybe I want them to hear.. maybe you watch as I get covered in their cum.

neptunusscribit

The sigil on the door was that of Feronia, the goddess of passion and fertility. I was merely the altar at which they prayed. Most didn't deign to tell me what they were seeking, though I heard a few mumbled prayers from time to time. They came at all hours of the day, crouching through the low door into the cozy space. They would admire the candles and the general ambiance for a few moments before finding me, lying on a table covered only in sheer cloth.

Some would prepare the offering themselves. The elves usually did, considering themselves better than the lowly human altar. I would watch them disrobe, touching themselves in some serene state. I would watch their eyes close and their breath deepen, surely thinking of some memory or fantasy. They would mutter a short prayer before waking up and spraying my chest with their silken ropes. They usually stuck around to watch my skin glow, Her light absorbing their seed. My skin would return to its pristine state and they would return to theirs, donning their robes and departing without a word.

Some would use my body to get off, my mouth or my pussy or my ass. The dwarves tended to prefer it that way, and I always looked forward to their visits. I loved to hear their grunts as they took my head in their hands, thrusting into my throat with no concern for my well-being. Feronia granted me breath when I was on the table, and so even the deepest of thrusts posed me no issue. The ladies of the realm would take advantage of this endlessly, riding my face through wave after wave after wave of pleasure. When they were done my entire face would be slick with their cum, and it too would glow with Her acceptance.

The most popular attractions of the altar, however, were the miracles you received if you made it cum. If you worked my clit while fucking me, or knelt between my legs to use your tongue, or even pinched my nipples particularly hard, you would be given a gift. Her power would flow through me, giving you a glimpse of the future, or extraordinary strength, or arcane powers beyond your understanding. Often they would ask for a specific boon, but I'm not sure if that ever worked. All I know is Her constant renewal meant I kept cumming, kept taking their prayers, their offerings, their cries to the heavens.

When they were gleeful for a full harvest, they would sing to the heavens while they pumped their load into my ass. When they were seeking knowledge, they would suck on my clit until I came again and again. When they were angry at the gods, they showed it in every thrust down my throat. I fielded every confession, every plea, every joyous praise, and I thanked Her for every opportunity to serve.

On occasion, a couple trying to conceive would attend the temple together. An orc would plunge his cock deep into my mouth while his spouse made me cum with their tongue, hoping the mystical energies flowing through us would enchace the sperm. Once my orgasm had subsided, he would take them right on top of me, fucking them with my spit still on his cock. Whatever cum oozed out afterwards would glow with Her light, and I knew they would be blessed.

During particularly busy hours, I would have two or three patrons at a time. Some even came in parties, seeking some blessing for their whole clan. They would take me in whatever holes they preferred, hoisting me up over the table and suspending me on their cocks.

A few clever patrons would arrive before dawn, lifting the sheer fabric that covered my body at night. They would wake me from my slumber and spend the next several hours praying before my clit, eliciting reward after reward between my quivering legs. When they were satisfied they had got what they came for, they would leave me trembling on the table, parting to go about their day.

Every person I meet is given some reward for their tribute, their devotion. Some may take solace in their faith, while others use it as an outlet. I, however, take pleasure in my position as the link between their world and the gods'. For while they may receive gifts within their purview of their world, I received something far greater upon first stepping into this temple. I received a purpose: to dole out gifts, rewards, and boons while taking only passion in return.

Unwavering, neverending passion.

g-k444

imagining camping, sharing a sleeping bag w u because you forgot yours n i wasnt gonna have u shivering with no warmth during the night

you clamber on in n it's real snug, as you'd expect. it's a sleeping bag.

but we get to talking n settling down, until eventually we find a mutual silence - before i drift off - leaving you awake n unable to move in fear of waking me

but maybe an hour - a few hours - maybe in the morning - i wake up because of your moving

i wake up, groggy and ready to drift back off, but horrified by the feeling of agitated moving behind me. shuffling, very rhythmically - with a grunt following, confirming my suspicions.

you were masturbating.

you were fucking wanking when we were sharing a sleeping bag, and i could feel your arm move with every thrust of your cock into your hands - your hips pushing your cock to fuck into your palm, making your bulbous head push into my bum with each stroke

i couldnt move. nor say a word. what would you do if you knew i were awake? i figured you'd get yourself off and go back to sleep.

never did i imagine that i'd feel you get to restless you'd plunge your hands beneath my pyjama bottoms to pull my panties n bottoms down - grabbing my pussy through my legs to pull me up to an angle so that you could slot your cock into my unexpecting pussy, planting your hands on my hips and thrusting into me

my mouth fell open - not facing you - so you couldn't see... but shocked by your confidence, assuming i was sleeping and confident enough to fuck me under those pretences

your cock lurched my insides with every thrust, pushing deep with your hands manoeuvring my whole body by the hips to fit yourself into me better

one hand leaves my hips - reached around to go beneath my shirt, grabbing a palmful of my boobs that hung to one side as i slept, your hand slapping he flesh before vicing painfully around it to use it as a grip to thrust your twitching cock into me

until you reached your climax - where i felt you pull out, much to my relief. maybe you'd go cum outside - on your roll mat instead of in my sleeping bag i'd graciously offered.

wrong.

i feel a sticky spurt across my flower, my pussy coated in thick substance as a groan behind me sounds.

and once my pussy was sufficiently coated in your seed and had your fingers play around with the unconscious lips, smearing your cum everywhere - i feel you pull my panties back up to my hips with my joggers, pressing the now cold fluid against my pussy and keeping it there. your sperm up against my pussy as if for safekeeping.

monsterfucker-genderneutral

Your “friends” dump a bottle of dragon pheromones on you as a prank. They didn’t expect a dragon to actually show up and start raping you. Dragons won’t stop fucking until a scent change confirms fertilization. Luckily, when they bought the pheromones, it came with a bottle of that scent as well. Unfortunately, your friends had chucked it, not thinking they’d need it. You beg them to buy another one, but none of them want to cough up the money. You’ll just have to accept your new life as a dragon’s cock sleeve, stomach steadily bloating with cum. Maybe if they start selling tickets to watch, they might spend some of the earnings to save you. Just so long as you suck them all off to show your gratitude first.

everydaythesame69

Portal pussies are so fucking hottt 😖 imagine you can't make rent one month, so in a desperate attempt you decide to sell your holes online. $20 and any man, anywhere can use your holes whenever he wants. It felt like easy money, you could just delete the account after you made enough.

But it got a little out of hand, hundreds of men using you, all day everyday. You can barely make it out of bed. Brushing your teeth in the morning while your ass is being stretched. Trying to eat breakfast but men won't stop fucking your throat long enough. You Definitely can't leave the house. You've tried.

You didn't trust yourself to drive so you took the bus. Big mistake. Somehow you made it to the bus stop with minimal interruptions, only one subscriber, fucking your dripping cunt, hard and fast. Making you grab onto a nearby tree for support as your legs shook. That should have been your first sign to just go him. But you're too stubborn for that.

Thankfully he came quick, leaving you to collect yourself and finish your walk. The bus, however, was another story. You were just sitting down when you felt a massive cock pushing into your ass, stretching you more than you've ever been stretched before. Making you tense and cry out before quickly covering your mouth, the other passengers turning to look at you. Your face turns bright red from the embarrassment of being used like this in front of all these strangers, even if they have no idea whats happening. The cock in your ass picks up the pace, the pain almost unbearable. Making you regret selecting anal as on option in the first place. You hated anal, but the site said it would boost sales. Anyway its far too late to take it back now.

You're shaking uncontrollably at his unrelenting pace, doing your best to stay silent, trying not to attract more attention, unsuccessfully. You turn towards the window, still feeling eyes on you as the bus starts moving. Trapping you here, completely helpless to stop it, or hide yourself. Suddenly another cock enters your neglected pussy, shorter but equally thick. Making your eyes roll back as his fat head rubs against your g spot. The humiliation of it all is enough to make you cry. You can't help but moan through your fingers under the assault, feeling that pressure build as the torture goes on, and desperately trying to fight it. Hoping maybe they'll be fast like the last one. Of course you wouldn't be that lucky, though. Cock number 2 speeds up, chasing his release while the one in your ass fucks you at his steady, rhythmic pace. This goes on for what feels like an eternity. You can't hold it back anymore, you feel yourself tense, squinting all over yourself with a sob. Soiling your light blue jeans with a large, noticeable wet spot. Utterly humiliated, and it's not even over. Cock #2 cums almost immediately after you, just to be replaced by another. You don't get a break for over an hour, missing your stop and forgetting why you even left in the first place.

Good luck getting home

publicusegirlie

Afternoon nap has been interrupted cos I thought about wearing portal panties while in a pub too hard and got turned on so now I can't sleep lol

Can't decide if the idea's hotter if it's

Portal stuck on the wall of the men's bathroom, so random men can fuck my pussy while I sit in the bar. I don't know who's fucking me and they can't see me when they do, so they can just go to town on my cunt while I try to not be too obvious

Portal in one guy's hands, he watches me while he fingers me and makes me edge but never cum. Sticks his dick in me to cockwarm when he feels like it. Just fucks me right up while I sit in the back corner trying to figure out who the fuck is inside me

Portal behind the bar, the staff all know and are watching me but I don't know it's them. They take turns fucking me when they need an outlet. They finger me when they see me talking to someone just to make my life difficult. They pour alcohol in my pussy to get me drunk and as the night goes on shove bottles in too

I cheekily give the portal to one guy to show him how it works, as a novelty conversation piece, not expecting him to keep it. He holds it over my head and fingers me, then passes it to someone else and holds me back. I follow it around, begging people to give it back but they just laugh and rape me while I'm out of arms reach

squishyfufu

You wake up to bright studio lights. Dazed and confused, you look up and see a crowd of men watching you from rows on seats. You're on a stage. Across from you there is a glass panel, behind which is another girl, waking up groggily just like you.

"Welcome, everyone, to tonight's gameshow! Say hello to our two gorgeous contestants!"

The crowd of men heckle and jeer at you. You look around frantically, but you can't see any exit.

"Now, listen carefully to the rules. Both girls will have 20 minutes to sexually humiliate themselves for our audience. This includes removing clothes, pleasuring themselves, moaning and acting like the greedy sluts they are. Dildos have been provided for both girls to fuck themselves with."

You look down in horror, and sure enough, a huge plastic cock is sticking up from the floor in front of you. The jeers of the crowd grow louder.

"Once the 20 minutes are up, the audience will vote for the girl they feel acted like the biggest whore. The loser will then be thrown out to the crowd to be used however they like."

You feel a wave of fear and disgust. The men in the crowd cheer. Some of them already have their hands down their pants. If your body is offered to a group like that... you'll be destroyed.

"Ready, girls? On your marks, get set... Go!"

For a moment, neither you nor the other girl do anything. Then, slowly, the girl starts to undress.

You close your eyes and grit your teeth. You can't let her win. You fumble with your shirt and unpin your bra, letting your huge tits flop out. The crowd cheers as you stand there, shielding your boobs with your arm in shame.

The other girl finishes undressing, and with a glance at you, moves down to her lower half. Reluctantly, you do the same. The eyes of a hundred men watch as you expose your tender pussy.

What now...? The other girl has almost caught up, and it's important that you stay ahead. Should you flaunt a bit...? You shyly part your legs for the crowd, and use two fingers to spread your cunt open. It feels weird, being exposed to the cold air and so many eyes. A few men have pulled out their dicks now, rubbing at the sight of you. It feels awful, and yet... for some reason, your pussy is wet.

"Fifteen minutes remaining!"

Your eyes fall to the dildo on the floor. It's way bigger than anything you've taken before... And to do it in front of so many people... You shiver, but the sight of the other girl stepping towards it drives you to continue.

You crouch down beside the dildo, spreading your legs even wider, and rub the phallus between your pussy lips. You hear the sound of whimpering, and glance across to see the other girl slowly impaling herself on the cock. You hurry to copy her, pressing the head against your hole, stretching yourself out. Despite how shameful you must look, you can feel yourself dripping all over it.

You lower yourself onto the cock, feeling it grind against your walls as the girth fills you, biting your lip to hold back a moan. You see the other girl stop halfway, already at her limit, so you push on, determined to win against her. The huge dick sinks deeper and deeper, your pussy throbbing around it, until you've taken it to the base, the tip nuzzled against your cervix.

Sweating and shaking, you look up. The crowd looks slightly blurry now, but you can hear them laughing at you, staring at your tits and your impaled cunt, jerking their hard dicks.

The other girl starts to bounce on it, so you do the same. The cock rubs against all of your sensitive spots, making your cunt twitch. Your pussy sticks to the dildo as you pull yourself up, gushing progressively more, sucking it back in with a sloppy noise. You rut your hips against it shamefully, hating how good it feels, how tingly your clit gets with so many eyes on it.

You feel the urge to moan, and your instinct is to stifle it, but you remember the goal of the challenge.

"Ten minutes remaining!"

You let out a slutty moan, allowing your basic instincts to take over. In response, you can hear the girl beside you moan too, trying to drown you out. You fuck the dildo faster now, letting out a gasp of pleasure every time the tip kisses your cervix. Your legs feel weak, but you spread them a little further to give the crowd a good view.

You begin to feel a dull knot of arousal grow in your pelvis. You don't want to orgasm in front of all these people, but... You've already come this far, and you're so horny now, you really can't help it.

One of your hands slips down to your clit, as you continue to bounce. The extra stimulation is enough to send you over the edge - your whole body tenses, pussy squeezing the huge length inside you, and a gush of fluids squirt from you.

The crowd cheers. You can hear someone whistle, and another person claps. You're tired, body still twitching around the cock.

The girl beside you has sped up, now rubbing her clit too, eyes rolled back and other hand on her tits. There's still so much time left... You have to keep going.

Your sensitive cunt pulses around the dildo as you shakily begin fucking it again, your mind starting to melt with the pleasure. Your body feels so hot. You lift one hand to your tits, which are flopping up and down as you ride, and begin pinching and rubbing your nipples.

"Five minutes remaining!"

You're desperate now. Nothing matters but winning. If you can just win, you'll be safe, you'll be free. You whimper and moan like a desperate whore, but it's not enough. The other girl sounds cuter than you.

"Urgh, I love... having cock inside of me..." you say, your voice quiet at first. It echoes around the room, sounding so distant from the version of you that you're used to. You sound so erotic, so much like a whore, so much like you're loving it.

The other girl starts talking too, and it becomes a battle of who can speak louder, moan louder, beg louder, entertain the masses of strangers more.

"My pussy loves when you're watching me... It makes me so wet and drippy... Please look at me more, look at my cow udders and g-greedy cunt... Urghhh... It feels so good..." Drool is dripping down your chest as you fuck yourself frantically, bouncing your tits in your hands. Your eyes roll up into your head.

"I'm just a cockdrunk whore, I exist to please men, I love pleasing men, please give me your cum, I want to be filled up, I love being bred, I love your attention, please vote for me, please please please I'm cumming I'm cummingI'm cumming while everyone is watching meeee! Ah ah ahhgunmm cumming. Ooohhh it feels so good, my pussy feels so good, oink oink.."

You twitch and moan in a puddle on the floor, as men jerk off to you, shouting and laughing and calling you names. Your whole body is throbbing with pleasure, your mind foggy, and everyone is watching it, you, the disgusting whore.

"Time's up! Let's tally up the votes..."

The wait feels like an eternity. You pull yourself from the dildo and collapse in an ungraceful heap. All you can do is pray that your efforts were enough.

"And the winner is..."

There's a dramatic pause. Then the host shouts your name.

You feel a surge of relief pass through you. On the other side of the glass, the girl squeaks in horror and tries to flee, but two men rush in from backstage to grab her. They throw her into the crowd, where she's engulfed by a surge of horny men. Her screams are quickly drowned out in moaning and gagging and men's laughter.

You know you should feel bad for her, but you're so grateful it wasn't you that you barely spare a thought for the girl. You pull back on your clothes, eager to preserve any small amount of dignity you might have left, and flee across the stage. You're finally free! Free from this horrible ordeal!

As you step out, you hear the closing words of the gameshow host.

"Thank you everyone for tuning in! As always, all episodes are uploaded on our website for future viewing, along with the contestants' names and home addresses. Let's make sure this was a show our girls can never forget."

subnosis

Imagine signing up for a lesbian glory hole, your legs out one side of a wall and your face on the other, never able to see who's using you and them not seeing you. You spend the night cumming over and over as you get to be the anonymous fuck toy for whatever women want you.

Then the next day you get a video file in your inbox. A side by side showing you, filmed from a hidden camera above you, as you moan and squirm, and a video from the other side of the wall, showing all the men who were actually using you. Cis and trans guys alike lining up to shove their cocks and straps and anything else inside you, fucking you til your pussy is dripping with seed, lubing you up for the next man to shove himself inside. Above the hole is a sign saying "free dyke pussy" and a tv showing the live feed of your face, letting everyone see you cumming just for men all night.

It's horrible, and humiliating, and yet you cant stop watching, and you can't stop from touching yourself as you remember how good it felt having a man use you like a sex doll...

purplehypnospiral

"2... and 1, up, up, up." My hypnotist said, shaking me gently as I slowly woke from trance. I sucked in a deep breath as my eyes fluttered open, trying to get my bearings after going so deep.

My hypnotist caught my gaze and smiled, and I grinned blearily back, unable to resist the spark of happiness I felt at pleasing him. "How are you feeling?" He asked, gently stroking my face.

Good, I wanted to say. Really, really good.

But it was like my mouth wasn't connected to my body. "Cock." I said, then frowned in confusion. I tried again. "Cock. Cock. Cock!"

My hypnotist grinned even as my body betrayed me. "Oh dear," he said in false concern, even as his eyes took on a puckish twinkle. "It seems as though you only have one thing on your mind."

I shook my head emphatically, but it was no use, my tongue wouldn't cooperate, my lips could only form one work. "Cock." I protested.

"You aren't only thinking of cock?" He asked, delighting in his own performed confusion.

I nodded. "Cock."

He raised a brow. "So you are only thinking about cock?"

I huffed in frustration as he laughed at my predicament, and crossed my arms over my naked breasts (when had I taken my clothes off? The thought floats out of my head almost as soon as it arrives. It doesn't matter anyway.).

I shook my head again and glared at him. My hypnotist's expression become contemplative, and goosebumps suddenly pebbled my skin under his scrutiny.

"Actually," he said, voice taking on that deep, lulling tone that had taken me under hundreds of times. "The more you say the word 'cock' the less you'll be able to think of anything else until 'cock' is the only thing left in your empty little brain." My mouth fell open a little as my mind was caught in the undertow of his words. "Now, my silly little bimbo, what are you thinking about right now?"

"Cock," I replied, unthinkingly, then snapped my mouth shut when I realized my mistake. The damage had already been done. As soon as the word left my mouth, my mind felt a little tingly, my thoughts came a little slower, and my mouth watered as a brief image of getting on my knees and sucking Master's cock played behind my eyes. Oh god. That sounded so nice. So fun. So hot. My eyes fluttered.

"Good girl," he said with a grin. "But I can see you still thinking. Why don't I take care of that, hmm?" He cupped my face, turning my gaze up to meet his. "What does my good girl want to think about?"

I tried to hold back, to stop myself, but all of a sudden his thumb was gliding over my lips, parting them, and it was like once my mouth was open I couldn't help but speak. "Cock."

The effect was even more powerful the second time. A sweet, pink cotton candy cloud was creeping into my brain and I could practically feel my thoughts being overtaken, one by one. It felt so good. For a moment I couldn't remember why I was even fighting this. My gaze went a little hazy as I stared up into his eyes, and a leaned into his touch. I wanted to please him. I wanted his cock. In my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. Wherever he wanted to put it. I needed it so badly.

I didn't even realize my mouth had fallen even further open, until he put his thumb against my tongue and I instinctively sealed my lips around it, sucking it gently.

Master frowned in mock concern as he took his finger back and watched as I moved to chase it. "Are you sure, sweetheart? You don't have anything else you want to think about? No smart girl thoughts you want to share with me?"

I blinked, a little confused as my fuzzy brain tied to catch up. "Cock?"

My expression smoothed out as the pink cloud took more of my mind. I couldn't remember why I was confused earlier. I couldn't remember why I was fighting this. It was hard to think bad thoughts when my head felt this nice and empty. I giggled.

"Cock," I said again because it felt soooo good to say. I was so silly. Cock was the best word there was. I didn't need any other words. This one let me ask for the one thing I really wanted. "Cock, cock, cock."

Master put my hands on my tits and it turned out, cock was even more fun to say while I bounced them. "Cock, cock, cock, cock, cock!"

Master laughed, and that made me feel so good that I giggled too. "That's it, princess, no more thoughts. You're a simple, little toy. You have simple, little thoughts."

I nodded in vapid agreement, as he guided me gently to my knees. When he brought his cock out, my entire world narrowed until all I saw, all I cared about, all I wanted was his cock. I stuck out my tongue and leaned foward, eyes wide and pleading.

"Hkock?" I asked, nearly choking on the word with my tongue out and drooling. I rested my head on his thigh and looked up at him with all the adoration and desperation I felt. "Hkock?"

When he slid his cock past my lips, my brain emptied completely. No thoughts at all. But that was okay. All that needed to be in my head was cock. And Master was taking care of that.

cumsocket2

Bitch School

You’re the first female in your family to graduate from an academic institution. Of course, it’s not a boy school, so you didn’t learn science or math. You learned what most women know innately, but don’t have the right words to express it. Females lack the intelligence to describe their experience.

Which is why your graduation speech was written for you by a man, the Dean of the school cheekily but accurately known as Bitch University. As top in your class, the graduation speech falls on you.

You see your family in the audience when you approach the podium. Your mother sandwiched between your father in brother. Both men are wearing suits, while your mother is in tights and a waist corset. It doesn’t cover her chest, so her tits are bare, just like yours. Just like every female in the audience.

You take your place behind the podium. It momentarily hides your scandalous graduation outfit—six inch heels, fishnet stockings, and a waist-trimming corset that pushes your naked tits out. It’s good to leave the details for the audience’s imagination. For now.

You clear your throat and begin reading your cards. “Men and bitches,” you proclaim. “Thank you for attending as we celebrate the passing of females into adulthood. This time is especially important in a woman’s life and we are honored to have you join us.”

You glance back at the Dean, standing behind the stage side curtains, and he smiles encouragingly. “My time at university taught me many things,” you continue, your voice loud and clear. “I learned the difference between men and females, and why I as a woman am destined to serve and obey.” Lots of clapping from the audience now. You swallow nervously, knowing what is coming.

“I learned that female bodies are evolutionary supplements to enable reproduction.” You stumble over some of the bigger words, in part because your nerves make your body shake. “Our wombs provide the means to create life, if we are able to earn a man’s desire.” Harder clapping now.

You step out from behind the podium so the audience can finally see the whole of your shame. Your fishnets are thigh high and your corset peaks dramatically near your navel, but you’re otherwise bare. You watch the men in the audience evaluate your naked womanhood and something twinges deep inside you.

You raise your voice to be heard over the clapping. “I, a female, speak on behalf of the class when I tell you that we are ready to enter society as cunts.” With the last word, your hand comes down hard to slap the flesh between your legs.

The audience oohs appreciatively. You see your brother pointing at you with one hand, his other on your mother’s tit, while he smirks and mutters something to your father. Your pussy twitches at your exposure, but you’ve learned that shame and public humiliation are the daily life of a woman.

Your voice trembles just a little as you continue. “As head of my class, I have the honor to be welcomed to womanhood by the Dean himself!” You throw an arm out dramatically just as the man himself strides from the side stage. “Men and cunts, please enjoy my bitching!”

The audience erupts in applause as the Dean waves to them and then strides purposefully toward you. Even while your body stiffens in anxiety, you turn to face him, spreading your legs to ensure your cunt is well exposed. You arch your back so your tits pop out further. This is one of many bitch poses you learned to entice men to use your body.

The Dean stops before you, then lifts one hand up to land on a tit. He grins to the audience. “It’s my pleasure to welcome the graduating class by breaking in our best student,” he announces. His eyes meet your father’s as if to reassure him that you’ll still be good sloppy seconds.

Then his attention is back on you. “Breeding position 4, darling. Face the audience.” You obey, your training now instinctual. You sink to your knees, lean forward on your elbows, and prop your cunt in the air. The audience hushes as if holding a collective breath.

The Dean circles around behind you and you hear the zipper on his pants. “This is what we train our students for,” he explains, then thrusts his cock in your breeding hole. Your eyes instinctively roll back in your head and you hear a few chuckles. A woman’s bitching face looks ridiculous.

The Dean starts fucking you methodically. “As I’m sure some of you will soon attest”—you can imagine him winking at your father—“the slut’s cocksleeve is tight and well-lubricated. Maximized for a man’s enjoyment.” You let your tongue loll out to emphasize his superiority as the fucker and your inferiority as the fucked.

“Now, bitch,” the Dean addresses you. “Tell our guests about your education while I seed your wet cunt.”

The sensation between your legs makes you dumb and hazy—bitch brain, your professors called it. You try your best anyways, while the Dean continues using your cumsleeve.

“I’m a bitch,” you announce loudly, your voice shaking a bit from the hard fucking. “Females are biologically designed to drain cock, like I’m doing now.” You see several people peering intently at the connection between the Dean’s cock and your wet hole.

“My classmates and I learned”—you gasp as the Dean smacks your ass hard—“to keep our cunts soaked and available for men’s use.” Your brother leans forward and stares at you intently, still absently milking your mother’s tit.

“I’m about to drain semen into my vagina,” you state, returning your brother’s gaze. “This is what it means to be a woman.” Your cunt clenches hard in shame at the smirk that passes over your brother’s face.

The clenching apparently worked for the Dean, as he starts fucking you harder. “The bitch is squeezing my cock to this,” he announces to more audience chuckles. “She’s been trained to cum when a man breeds her. Watch this.”

He cums inside you with a loud groan. Sure enough, your trained body kicks into overdrive and then you’re cumming on his cock, on stage, in front of everyone you know. You squeal loudly to make sure every man in the area knows your cunt is spasming on a pulsing cock.

“The bitch came!” the Dean proclaims, his cock still twitching inside you. The audience claps loudly. Your father and brother clap the loudest. You know what will happen to you right after the ceremony is over. Your pussy twitches again. Cum runs down your thighs, not the last time it will today.

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