Ummm stuckage fantasy/writing thing because I’m in a mood 🧍cw for dubcon, petplay, and an undernegotiated creampie
“Hello??” I call out when I hear the front door click. I can tell from the sound of them kicking off their shoes that it’s one of my roommates coming home, and I heave a sigh of relief. If a random maintenance person found me in this position I’d actually combust, though one of them finding me like this isn’t preferable either… regardless, I keep calling out and can hear them as they pause in the doorway and take in the sight of me.
I babble nervously at the silence. “Well! Uh! You were all out today so I figured I’d do some cleaning, and I realized I’d never cleaned behind this arm chair so it must be dingy back here, but um. Ikindofcantgetbackoutnow,” I finish with a rush. I didn’t even get to most of the place before I got the idea, which is the cherry on top of this whole thing.
It was an artsy kind of armchair in the corner of a room, both comfortable and pretty, and it had a distinctive arch of a gap between the back and the seat. The gap seemed big enough, and I didn’t want to risk scratching the floor + it was awfully heavy, so I just bent over and shimmied in. My tummy rested comfortably enough on the seat of the chair and I was able to lean forward to dust the baseboards and whatnot, but then quickly realized I was unable to get my chest and arms back out the way they came. I struggled for a good while attempting to plant my feet and pull out, but I couldn’t get the traction from how I was bent.
I’m sure my roommate could surmise as much from the sight of me, but that didn’t stop me from rambling.
“-een maybe an hour or so but it’s okay because the chair is comfy but I’m getting a little tired of holding myself up on this end, so if it wouldn’t be too much of a bother could you maybe help me out? Please?” I doubted they’d just leave me hanging, but the total silence, not even laughter at my expense, was a little anxiety inducing. Before I could call out again to confirm their presence, I hear their muffled footsteps tread towards me.
“Quite the situation you’ve found yourself in here, cotton-tail.”
I flush at the nickname. Your rabbit tail inspired butt-plug gets intercepted once and you gain an embarrassing and mildly arousing nickname for life. I grumble something before trying in vain to pull myself out yet again, huffing in defeat when I’m unable to. “Listen- you can make fun of me all you want when I’m out of this thing, but can you please help?” I plead.
I hear them chuckle at the attempt. “Alright then. What do you want me to do?” Hm. That’s a good point.
“Um. Maybe grab my hips or something? I haven’t been able to pull myself very well so maybe that’d do it.”
“Well, if you insist,” they say, before doing exactly as I asked, which is unfortunate on my part. I let out a small noise as their warm hands dig into the meat of my waist, thumbs pressing into my back, that had been exposed from my shirt riding up, in what resembles a more… intimate scene.
“Oh! Ah…” I jolt back in shock only to be met by their crotch against my ass, and let out another stupid noise. Get it together! “Sorry, sorry, you just startled me, haha.” Not haha. Not haha. Nothing funny about the fact I’m getting wet as my roommate tries to pull me out of the chair I got stuck in. They still say nothing, and I chalk the feeling of their thumbs soothing up and down my back to my imagination.
“O-ok thank you, ah, I guess you can pull now?” They immediately do as I ask, pulling me by the hips back on to their crotch. I scramble against the chair at the sensation. I let out a gasp and they release me, my waist thudding back on to the seat. “No!” I fluster. “Not like that!”
Their hands shift lower down my back, fingers wedging into the crease of my thigh. “Hm? Why not? I just did what you asked me to.”
I don’t even want to know how red my face is right now, and I’m grateful they can’t see it either. “You did, but…”
“But?”
“Y’know! If felt… naughty,” I whimper.
I hear them scoff lightheartedly from behind me. “What’s, ‘naughty’ is you being bent over in these skimpy little shorts, shaking your ass and begging your roommate to fish you out,” they counter.
My head reels. “That’s not fair,” I protest, still trying to escape from the chair.
“Seems pretty fair to me. In fact, it’s awfully unfair of you to expect me to help you without anything in return.”
What?? Unfair of me? I’m just asking for some help- I’m getting flustered and frantic, and the innuendo nearly goes over my head before my neurons connect and I catch it. “You want to… now?? While I’m stuck in a chair??”
Their hands smooth over my back and ass onto my thighs, thumbs pushing up the backs of my shorts. “Why not? I’ve been wanting to fuck this bunnycunt for months and I walk in today to you wagging it in the air, completely helpless? Besides, you’re even cuter when you’re stuck.”
My brain cells must’ve melted off because I can’t even muster sentences with the heat between my thighs. “You.. I don’t.. I mean, not now.. I don’t-“
They chuckle. “C’mon now, you can’t even pretend you don’t want it now with how wet you are.” They shove a thumb under my shorts and over the crotch of my panties, confirming their claim. I’m making dumb little noises again, totally turned on and utterly cornered. “I think I’ll be able to pull you out nice and easy once you’ve been fucked limp, don’t you think? You’re far to wound up right now to squeeze out.”
“Pleaseeee,” I warble, rutting uselessly against the seat of the chair.
“Please what? Use your words.”
Jesus Christ. “Please, please, fuck me,” I beg wetly, desperate tears welling in my eyes.
I’m rewarded by them hoisting me by the hips up so my knees are now on the seat and my ass elevated in the air, and the feeling of their clothed bulge grinding against my cunt. I audibly moan at the sensation, totally unrestrained now that their intentions are clear. That, and the fact I’m too turned on to think.
“Fuckkk,” they groan. “Been wanting to do this forever; been dying to see this pretty pussy.” They yank down both my shorts and underwear, wet strands still connecting them to my sopping cunt. “Jesus, baby, you this desperate to be fucked?”
I gasp at the sudden cold air against the heat of my cunt. “Not my fault,” I yelp as they thumb my cheeks apart to get a better look.
“Of course, sweet thing, I guess I should take a little responsibility, yeah?” They pull back slightly and the sound of pants unbuckling can be heard before the unmistakeable sensation of a hard cock hitting my ass registers in my mind. They grab on to my hips again and begin slowly rocking against me and slicking themselves up, and I whimper pathetically. They shush me before maneuvering my thighs together so they can fuck them, moaning as they slip in and out of them. I whine because I want nothing more than to what they’re doing to me, and am met with a smack to my ass.
“I said, shush,” they scold, and I brace a hand over my mouth. “Such a loud little pet, we better get you out so we can get that mouth busy, yeah?”
I’m slow to register their words, and before I can react the blunt head of their cock is nudging against my entrance. A muffled, weak “nooooo” escapes me, but not before they pop in. I’m plenty wet but the stretch burns nonetheless, and they gently soothe their hands over my trembling thighs.
“Ohhh fuck, good pet- good pet- so tight for me,” they grit out between their teeth as I’m speared open. I’m gasping and trembling at the stretch, and let out a weak lil’ moan when they sheath themselves in me fully. They stay like that for a second, letting my adjust and taking in the sight, before adjusting their grip. “Mmm, what was it you wanted me to do? Pull?” They mock, before pulling out and slamming me back down on their cock. I moan loudly, hands scrambling for purchase and finding none as I’m fucked roughly from behind.
“Good bunny, good bunny, bouncing on my- fuck- cock.” I keen at the praise, weakly attempting to move on my own but finding myself unable to go against their grip. My cunt is being used like a hole and I’m loving it. One hand reaches around to rub my clit, and I pop like a firecracker.
“Oh god! Fuck, hah,, nghh,” I babble as my orgasm rushes over me, blood roaring in my ears and the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. More praise meets my ears as I squeeze, vice tight, around their cock, but I can barley register anything. I only process words once the thrusting has stopped, and I blink blearily.
“-etheart, sweetheart, you’re on birth control right? That’s what I see you taking in the morning?”
I pant for a second before responding, “y-yes?”
They groan in relief before continuing to pound me, the chair creaking against the ground at the motion. “Oh fuck,, going to fill you up so good, pump this bunnycunt full of cum-“
I spasm at the promise, overstimulated at the repeated pressure on my clit from their fingers and smacking of their fat balls as they thrust in to me.
“Please please please please fill be up oh god please please,” I beg, wanting nothing more than a hot load in my cunt and to be pulled out of this chair. Im not even humored with a response before I hear them groaning behind me and feel them curling over my back, thrusts speeding up in intervals and groin pressed firm against my ass as I feel them spurt inside me. We both gasp and moan as it happens, and they stay pressed inside me for what feels like forever as they unload a fat load inside me.
Eventually they do stop, and I wince as they pull out of me, feeling very sticky and full. I’m limp and panting, blood rushing to my head from how I’m letting it hang, too weak to keep my torso up anymore. I know I’m being shushed and soothed, but I can only groan weakly as they maneuver me out of the hole, true to their word in ‘fucking me limp’. I blink and they’re sitting on the stair I was stuck in, me hoisted onto their lap with my chest against theirs. I bury my face into their shoulder, sighing grateful as a hand brushes over my hair and down my back. I know I’ll have to clean up the mess I made when I wake, but for now I doze off in their arms.
Can you write something where a scientist is studying how werewolves fuck their assistant?
1400 words, it's long so be warned
When the scientist I work for tells me we're going out into the forest for our next experiment, I don't think anything of it. I pack our things, but notice they're bringing an extra bag I haven't seen before.
They tell me it's a long ride, and they want me to settle in, so sit in the back. I don't mind, but ask them what we're studying. They tell me excitedly that they think they've pinpointed a den of werewolves, and want to be the first to study them. I ask what we plan to do, and they explain that we'll look at how they hunt, how they interact, how they mate.
I ask how we're to do the last one, because there's no way we'll be able to get into the den, right? They'd tell me no, but if we can lure them out to mate, then it'd be easy to observe.
I should start to feel uneasy, but I keep asking questions. How will we lure them out? With something they can't resist. And I'd ask what that would be.
Someone they'll think is nice and fertile and ready to breed, is the answer. When I ask how they plan to do that, they tell me to look inside that unfamiliar bag, which rests at my feet.
Inside I'd find a vial of liquid, a long line of rope, a rolled up picnic blanket, a big container of lube, and...a huge dildo. Long and thick, with an extra round bump at the base.
I'd demand to know what's going on, and they'd tell me, calmly, that sometimes we have to be hands on to get the best results. We'd get much more data if someone could report back, right? If that person knew what to look for when they got fucked?
I'd know what was happening by then. And I should feel angry, or betrayed, but...glancing back at that toy, I'd just feel...eager. The scientist knows me too well, knows that I'd want this, and grin when I'd quietly agree.
They'd tell me to use the car ride to get prepared, and I realize that's what the toy is for. For me to get nice and stretched, ready to be fucked.
I'd obey without question. Slicking the toy, and stripping the lower half of my clothes. I'd spend the car ride the way he wanted, stretching around the huge toy, my legs spread wide to take it, soft moans and whimpers leaving my lips.
When we'd get to our destination, I'd be a babbling mess on the back seat. So turned on and needy, and they'd just smile, because that's exactly what they wanted.
They'd park and unload the supplies they need. They'd tell me to be good and quiet, and stay in the car for just a little bit. I wouldn't be able to find it in me to disobey.
When they returned, they'd tell me that they set up cameras around the spot they'll take me to, and they grab the bag at my feet, before guiding me up, laughing at the way my legs tremble.
They'd push me to my knees on the blanket, push my head down so my cheek presses against the fabric, then I'd feel the rope rubbing against my skin as they tie me in place.
They tell me that if it's really too much, to tell them, but I shouldn't have a hard time taking it, right? They know me far too well, and I wouldn't be able to answer.
They'd sit me back up to down the vial, telling me it'll boost my endurance, increase my scent, and make me even more needy than I already am. Making me easy prey to whatever werewolf happens across me.
And one does.
The scientist would hide, tell me to stay just like I am, and be good. They'd give me an earpiece, tell me they'll talk to me when they needed to. Then they'd hide to watch from afar, and I'd be bound, waiting anxiously. Every sound would make me tense, wondering if it was the one I was waiting for.
And when I finally hear it, heavy footsteps, a sniff, a growl, I'd feel myself getting hot and needy--surely not the reaction I should have, but unable to help myself.
I wouldn't know what to expect until large hands grabbed my waist. I'd gasp as they pulled me towards them, and I'd feel their thick, heavy cock rest against my back.
I'd hear the scientist in my ear, excitedly describing the creature, but all I can think about is getting it inside of me. I'd wriggle against them, spreading my legs as much as I could, and making it clear I wanted them.
I'd hear a deep laugh right by my ear, and wonder, briefly, if the creature is more human than we though, before I'd feel them plunge into me.
I'd probably scream. They'd stretch me around them so fully, filling me up completely, and I wouldn't think they'd be able to fit another inch. But they can, and they keep pushing, until I'm stuttering, sunk on them and desperate. The sharp sting of pain would make me pant, head lolling as I take them.
I wouldn't be able to think. My mind would be blank of everything but how filled I was. The toy in the car helped, but it wasn't deep enough to prepare me for this.
Trembling in their grasp, clenching around them, I'd try to adjust, try to settle my breathing. But there's no way I could get adjusted well enough before they want to fuck me. But the pain would subside enough into pleasure, and I'd move my hips, testing to see what they'd do.
As soon as I move, they'd pin me down, and pound into me. My cries would mix with the sounds of loud smacks as they fuck me, and I'd plead for more, the words coming out before I can think. I can hear the scientist saying something about several, something, but I can't make it out, too focused on the creature fucking me to the edge far too quickly.
They wouldn't stop when I came, wouldn't even slow down. I'd cry out, tell them it was so much, sensations filling me as I was pulled down from the orgasm's high too fast, mind on the next one as tears of pleasure spill from my eyes.
When I felt a big hand on my chin, guiding my head up, it'd take me a second to realize it's not the one behind me. I don't have enough time to process what the werewolf looks like before their huge cock is in my face.
I'd part my lips instinctively, and they'd grip my jaw as they pushed into my mouth.
Something about being used from both sides by werewolves would make me finish again, moaning around the cock in my mouth. I wouldn't have to do a thing, my hips being pulled against the one behind me, the other fucking into my mouth steadily.
I'd hear the scientist in my ear, saying that I'm doing well, and that would only make me hotter, gaze blurred with tears as I moan and suck and tremble.
Time would blur as the werewolves switch me out between them. The ropes binding my hands and legs would rip at some point, from sharp claws as I'm pulled down onto the lap of one. I'd get a good look at them, and I'd realize just how big they were, towering over me, thick and wide, with thick manes of long of big hair, all naked, so I can see the hair covering their bodies, too. Sharp nails and sharper teeth, with eyes glowing gold. And they all--male, female, or any other--have with thick, heavy cocks, ready to fuck me.
I'd ride them and bend between them, and let them hold me up, and press my face into the grass, and get on my knees, and spread my legs, and finish over and over.
The last--and I can tell it's the last, because all the others are standing aside to watch--they must be the leader. They hold me down, my back pressed against the rumpled blanket, my legs held apart. They fuck me hard, gaze burning into me as they push deeper with every thrust. I tremble, and beg, feeling myself getting closer and closer. My head would fall back, moans and whimpers falling from my lips.
When they finished, they'd push deep into me, but then they'd keep going, deeper, angling me so I can take it, until...
I'd feel their knot push into me, and I'd stretch around it with a pitiful moan. I'd hear the scientist in my ear, almost forgotten, saying this is what we wanted--this is the part they wanted to study.
The werewolf would hold me to them, and feeling them fully seated inside me would make me tremble.
Thinking about stumbling upon a big cabin deep in the woods. It's so late, and so dark, and I just want to go home. When someone answers the door, I ask if they can give me directions, and they tell me I should just stay the night. That there's plenty others staying anyway, and one more shouldn't be a problem. But it wouldn't take long for me to connect the dots and realize I'm in the middle of a den of werewolves, and they can all smell my arousal. And as soon as I confirm my want, they'd push me down and spread my legs and use me from all sides.
Or maybe instead of summoning a demon, I get summoned instead. Appearing in a circle of tall, hulking demons that tower over me, and they can all tell that I want them. They tell me that if I spread my legs for them, they'll do anything I want. So I'd find myself on my knees, riding one of them, my face buried in the lap of another, enjoying the way they laugh and coo at me, their toy for the night.
Or by a group of my friends. Maybe I got drunk one night, or accidentally told them my secrets and how much I'd love to be used by a group of people. They'd surprise me, maybe on my birthday, by surrounding me, and guiding me to my knees, telling me they'll take care of me, don't worry about it. All I have to be tonight is their good little slut, and let them please me.
Or maybe I'm a pirate's slut, used by the whole ship, always ready to be used, so they can take turns pushing into me. On celebratory nights, when they drink too much, I let them spread me out on a table, put their rope skills to use, and tie me up so I can get used by every single member of the crew.
Or I'm royalty, but I'm such a tease and a rule breaker, and the knights have had enough of it. When I go too far, they drag me somewhere they'll have privacy, and push me to my knees saying that if I'm going to act like a brat, they'll treat me like one. But they'd see how much I like being forced, and that I'll gladly me spread my legs so they can show me how to be good.
Maybe I'm a vampire hunter, and I've been searching for a certain group for ages, but I can never catch them. But then they find me when I'm not prepared. They easily overtake me, sinking their fangs into my neck, and making my mind go blank. They'd take me back home, and tell me that they should hurt me for trying to kill them. Bt I'd offer something different in apology, because they're just to good to pass up. So I go from vampire hunter to the vampire's slut, kept in chains on my knees, their freeuse toy and sweet blood bag.
Or I'm an exorcist, and I'm well known for always succeeding. Little do they know that I'm so good because I know what they want. Maybe I get a job to clear an house that's been haunted, and I start the ritual by offering the ghosts a trade. That if they'll leave peacefully, they can use me however they please, and I'll spread my legs easily and eagerly, getting fucked by nothing, my face pushed into the ground, ass up as they fuck me hard. The owners will never know, and maybe I'll even invite the ghosts to inhabit my home in exchange, making it so I can be used every night.
Some rather unlucky investments have landed you in a tad of debt. However, you have know of a way to get out of it that requires very little work on your part.
The "Pussy Portal" company are always hiring after all.
All you have to do is have a portal directly connected to your pussy that any paying customer can use at any time. What could go wrong?
Just realized u didn't actually say it had to be monsterfucking specifically but I made it that anyway lmao.
At least you thought it was going to be very little work on your part.
But now you're not so sure as you sit on the train ride home trying to act like there isn't a monster cock reaching deep in your cunt.
You curse yourself for not reading the terms and conditions of the contract properly. You thought they were just being hyperbolic when they said "Prime Pussy Anywhere, Anytime!" Surely they would have down times right?
No. There are no down times unless you call in a sick day of which you only have few. You shoulda known that pay was too good to be true.
At least whoever's using your portal seems to only be cockwarming themselves for the time being, although that could change at any moment. Every jerk of the train makes you tense up as you try and act as nonchalant as possible. The cock sits so snug and warm inside you, it twitches every time you tense around it.
On the customer app your portal is advertised as specifically "Human pussy" so you like imagining the kinds of monsters who would pick that out specifically. You haven't figured out what monster this one might be, it's rather thick and hot with a very generous amount of precum.
When you get to your stop the train jerks more than you expected and you have to subtly cover your mouth and grab the railing to avoid making a sound. Your customer definitely felt you clench down in panic as their cock jumps in excitement.
They start grinding down slowly on the portal, their cock thrusting shallowly. You speed walk straight for the train station bathrooms and lock yourself inside a stall. Close call but you made it and just in time for their shallow thrusts to turn into full pumps into your slick pussy.
You lean your back on the wall of the stall as your cunt is now being thoroughly pounded by this stranger. You have to crouch to your knees as your orgasm builds up, rubbing your clit with one hand while the other covers your mouth.
Just as you're about to tip over the edge you feel something bigger at the base of the shaft bump against your pussy with each hard thrust. You gasp in realization but it's too late as the monster thrusts their knot past your entrance and you cum hard with a silent scream, spasming and shaking against the bathroom stall.
Their cum fills you to the brim, kept inside by their inflamed knot. They don't stop cumming for several minutes but when they do it takes you several more to compose yourself enough to step out of the bathroom on wobbly legs.
You make the slow and embarrassing walk home while the monster's knot sits snuggly inside your pussy, keeping all that warm cum inside you.
The knot inside you doesn't deflate fully until you're already home and making dinner. You have to grip the counter, shivering slightly as your customer pulls out and goes on with their day having been properly satisfied. The thought makes you feel a strange sense of pride. Just then your phone beeps with a notification from the Portal companies app.
I'm about to say something really unhinged but imagine if like all seating in public places (benches, restaurant chairs, university classroom desks, public transportation, etc.) were divided between male and female seats and this was strictly enforced. Now imagine that every seat designated for females had some type of phallic, dildo-like object fixed on where she has to sit. The protruding objects would come in a huge variety of shapes and sizes, from 2 inches tall and 1 inch around to 10 inches long with a 4 inch girth. Some are smooth, some are ribbed, some are curved, some have bulbous heads, some have bumps, etc! And every time a female went somewhere where she would have to sit, she would have to move her skirt to the side and sit on the object, as that's the rules of polite society. ❤️
Shy girls attending uni would scramble on the first day of classes to pick their seat first to ensure they don't get stuck sitting on the 10-inch hammer for the rest of the year.
Women squirming in movie theater seats during exciting movies, or crying out during horror films in such a way that you're not sure if it was the jumpscare or something else.
A sweet looking girl on the subway trying not to cry because she was late this morning and the phallus in the only seat left was bigger than she's used to and the vibrations from the car are making it feel sooo good.
Imagine sitting across a girl on a first date in a restaurant. She arrived and sat before you did so didn't see what was in her chair and your mind is going wild imagining what kind of object is filling your date right across from you. The date goes well and as the night goes on and the flirting gets heavier you can notice her slowly rocking her hips and her breathing get uneven and you get to decide if you want to take her away from there or let her sit and stay and unravel deliciously here in front of everyone.
being stuck on a train is already bad enough. being stuck on a train with your scarily open shirt and tits pressed up against your friends' crotches is even worse. the train jostles and people move around and bump into each other, and your back presses against the cold metal as your boobs compress from your friends encroaching on your very limited personal space. you look up at them, a few heads shorter, and they're both trying their best to act natural. you're somewhat surrounded by them, and one of them looks down at you, her gaze very quickly but noticeably swapping between staring back at you and staring down your incredibly exposed bust, even more obvious with her crotch pushing it up, and you both look away embarrassed. the three of you struggle with blushing as the minutes painfully go by.
you keep trying to shift your gaze to look anywhere that isn't at either of them, but with every passing minute of the train ride it gets more and more difficult. the stop you three are getting off at is kilometers away, over an hour, and the train just keeps getting more and more cramped. eventually, you literally can't see past your friends, and they lean over you slightly. this doesn't go unnoticed by them, either, as you see one of them slightly bump the other with her elbow, and they both look down at you, before looking side to side, and then back down at you. they both have a perfect view right down your shirt. your top, which even under the best of circumstances struggles to contain your boobs, is practically about to spill open. and then your friend on your left humps. it's difficult to even make out the movement and pressure out of all the normal cramped jostling, but the difference makes itself clear after a few seconds. the rhythm of her hips pressing her crotch against your boob is unlike the chaotic jumble of the train. and soon your other friend follows. the slight pressure on both your tits oscillates, sometimes the pressure syncs and other times they swap opposites. both of your friends gently hump each of your boobs, rubbing their bulging pants against you.
a minute goes by and all the plausible deniability vanishes as they start to get hard against you. your face is bright red as you shoot up to look at the two of them, and they both give a tiny cramped shrug, a face that just says "what are you gonna do?" in a fake defeatist manner. you open your mouth slightly in a quiet shocked gasp, as the girl on the left lets out a little too breathy of a sigh and presses her hips hard into your boobs. the pressure builds up too much for your top to handle, and your breast spins free, hard nipples obvious as it slips back into the folds of her pants pressing against your boob. the train noises masks your now much louder gasp, as your other friend chuckles slightly and barely manages to get a hand down to take the rest of your top off. the next few minutes of your friends pressing their hard bulging pants into your boobs is unbearable. the fear of anyone seeing your exposed tits is terrifying. the embarrassment of your friends humping your tits, forcing you against the wall no less, in a *public space* no less, is. equally terrifying, you tell yourself. that's the feeling you're feeling. nothing else. you definitely cant feel anything wet between your legs. that's your imagination. dont think about that and just focus on anything else, like the bulges that feel like they're gonna burst from the pants that hold them that are grinding against your boobs.
as if on cue, the girl on the right, her hand still near her side, brings itself to her pants button. it's all you can do to mutter "no no no no" as she fiddles with her button, and in excruciating detail, right in front of your face, pressed against your tit, you watch as her zipper comes down, bulge growing slightly bigger after losing one of its constraints, her black panties now pressing against your breast as she moves her pants down just enough to free her bulge. but her hand keeps going, thumbing her waistband, and you glance up at her face just long enough to see her huge smirk, before the movement of her hand shoots your eyes back down. as the train jostles, her cock springs free from her panties, a drop of pre shooting out and landing on your cheek as it slaps down on your tit, the head violently throbbing inches from your face. her humps now drag her cock along your tit, going back just enough to bring her head near your nipples, and dragging along back up, a trail of pre left behind as she grinds on your tit. you hear an "oh fuck" from the other girl as you look over to see her pink and white panties being thumbed down, another cock slapped onto your tit. various conversations, sneezes and coughs, the announcer over the speakers as your friends grind their cocks on your tits.
your sweat joins the pre on your face as the tiny cramped space you're in quickly smells of sweat and cock and musk, a tiny biosphere just for you three. their humps are erratic as they grind on you, their moans barely audible over the ambient noise as pre leaks out more and more from their cocks. your top soaks more and more with your sweat, your tits getting wetter and wetter from all three of you, your hot breath panting onto their cocks. a groan escapes the girl on the right's lips as she suddenly brings both her hands down and grabs your tits firmly. she angles her cock with her hips and with the help of her hands on your tits, pressing her dick right between your boobs, leaving barely enough space for the girl on the left as she leaks on herself, stiff. you can hear breathy pants and moans above you as your tits get fucked on the train, an eternity with your back against the wall as her dick glides between your wet breasts. the angle of her cock starts to dig her head further into you, and soon her dick is totally engulfed in your boobs, her hands squeezing desperately on your boobs as you struggle to not mimic her moans. she presses hard against you, balls deep in your tits, the head of her dick throbbing against your sternum as you start to feel ropes of cum escape her cock, with hot cute moans that threaten to tell the whole train escaping her lips above you. as she drains her balls on this cramped train, throbbing and dripping the last few drops inbetween your tits, she pulls out, already getting limp. her hands leave your boobs, and as she puts her dick away, the girl on your left quickly replaces her hands and starts to mimic her motions. she presses the head of her dick right at the gap, your huge tits pressed together, cum and pre and sweat dripping down the inside of your shirt, and she moans and shivers as her cock sinks into you. the tilt of her shaft lets your tits take her entire cock, but as she bottoms out in you, her head pops out right at the top of your breasts, angled right at your mouth. and as she starts to frantically hump her hips, already obviously close, your fear doubles as you struggle to connect the dots of her orgasm. the girl on the right, her outfit fixed and hands free, also connects the dots. as the girl on the left moans hard enough to have to bit her lip, and her dick is pressed hard against you, balls pressing against your tits, the head of her dick throbbing violently right in front of your lips, your friend on the right grabs the back of your head and forces you to lean down. right as your lips meet her cock and spread slightly, a rope of cum explodes into your mouth, and the hand on your head holds its grip firmly as rope after rope of cum shoots into your mouth. second after second, rope after rope, your mouth is half full after the half minute of cumming this girl does, fully and completely emptied within your mouth. as her cock leaves your lips, the hand on your head angles your face upward, both of your friends looking down at you. you instinctively, slowly, shakily, red as a tomato, open your mouth, showing off just how full it is from the girl on the left. your eyes are blurry and teary as you can barely make out their face, your mouth closing, tongue swirling around the mess that was made in your mouth as you swallow. mouth empty, your friends fix their clothes and leave your tits soaked and exposed. there's still a long train ride left, who knows what will happen
my modesty doesn't matter. my clothes should be getting pulled aside by friends in public for no other reason than because they want to. because they think they could get a cute reaction out of me. because they want to show me off. because they want to remind me that they can
Group of friends that invite you round for a “movie night” just to pin you down and lock a vibrating & thrusting dildo in you.
Taking turns to make the toy come alive and turn you into a stuttering, babbling mess as you beg to cum but just before you can it gets turned off . They coo and laugh at you as you cry in desperation.
Maybe they’ll let you cum if you can use your mouth and get them all off … maybe
a pretty, spoiled little succubus princess who cheated during the mandatory sex demon training. it was obvious she was only passing her classes because she was fucking all her professors, but who would dare tell the king that his favorite daughter was whoreing herself out? that man always took her side, and definitely would, knowing that she was just playing off her species' innate instincts! plus, in her dumb, naive mind, there was no way those stupid mortals could ever overpower someone with her ability and status!
of course, she eats her words when (on her first mission, no less!) her unchecked succubus pheremones attract a group of humans, who make quick work with filling up any hole they can get to. and she's frustrated! obviously she'd attract so many humans! she knows she's pretty, but she should be the one in control of these ruffians! instead, she lays with her tongue lolled out, pussy drooling and clinging onto the human cock pounding into her as if her life depended on it. she deludes herself into believing she regained control by commanding the mortals to keep going, but any passerby would note her tone as nothing more than that of a desperate whore, whining, pleading, begging them to keep going.
when it's over, she's feeling all high-and-mighty for meeting her daily energy quota so quick. that was a piece of cake! sure, she lost control of the reigns a little, but what's the big deal anyway? she's leaving completely full and satisfied! of course, if she paid attention in class, she'd know that casting a birth control spell right after was crucial after such intense sex. poor little thing doesn't even realize that she's leaving to return to the palace "full" with a little something other than energy.
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