come here sweetheart let me clean you up. no don’t look at me like that we aren’t going another round. i promise. i just want to taste the fruit of my labor. i’m just helping you out. oh are you still that sensitive? i’m sorry baby i’ll go slower. i just really need to taste you one more time. getting you all cleaned up.
doesn’t it feel good? i know you’re exhausted but it would be such a shame to leave you dripping like this. i can't let all that cum go to waste. i know you can’t take it anymore but just hold still for me I’m almost done.
oh would you look at that. you’re trembling at every single lick. i’m so sorry baby i really worked you into a sensitive state didn't i? you did so good for me tonight.
there. i’m all done cleaning you up. are you bucking your hips…why are you pouting now? why are you whining at me like that. oh you want me to keep going? but i thought you were finished. i thought you couldn't take it anymore. you have one more in you don’t you...
you just can’t help it. it just feels too good. i know baby. i knew you had it in you to give me another one. you’re so generous for me.
What I really like about fingering is how it can feel so fucking close and warm and intimate. Gripping your hip and groping your chest and kissing your neck and pulling you in close while I slowly press my finger into you then gradually drag it back out over and over and over again until you're so overwhelming you can barely think. So fucking perfect. I need to feel how tight your hole flexes on my fingers, need to feel you gasp for air and thrust your hips back and forth, need to feel your body go limp, overwhelmed by the feeling of me probing your perfect little hole.
summary: you’re assigned to an average patrol with jackson’s grumpiest resident, and though you’re less than pleased you know you can handle a couple hours with him. that is, until you’re both sprayed with some kind of pollen that causes things to take a nosedive.
cw: 18+, unprotected pinv, age gap (reader is 20 ish, joel is 50), joel is desperate and kinda needy (but so are you), nasty forest floor fuckin’, dubcon because of sex pollen (but they’re both VERY into it)
an: not proofread!!! two days down!! i have no clue if im actually going to find it in me to keep up with this every day but…. a girl can hope 🙈 i hope you guys enjoy this story!!!
Three days ago the weeks’ patrol routes were posted on the mess hall’s bulletin board, so you wasted no time checking your schedule. You were expecting to get paired with Kristen, or maybe Jared, two of Jackson’s residents who were around your age and were your usual partners.
What you weren’t expecting was to see your name on the whiteboard next to his. Joel Miller.
You’d never patrolled with him before, but you’d heard the horror stories from Jesse. And Amanda. And even sweet Rachel, who never talked shit about anybody. He was a notorious hard ass. A nagging, grumpy old man in its truest form.
You tried not to huff and puff, bury your frustration under the guise of playing your part in the community. Giving back to the people who’d taken you in just short of a year ago. You swallowed any nervousness or fear, reassuring yourself that you could handle the beast that was Joel Miller.
That brought you to now, a sunny spring Wednesday in Jackson. You and Joel had taken the Bear Lookout route, which was notorious for being the most boring route with the least action. But that was fine; you didn’t mind slow days. Usually, it’d give you a chance to get to know your partner more, but it was clear that wouldn’t be happening today.
Joel was like a steel trap, not even saying a single word since his gruff “mornin’” when you greeted him in the stables. And that wasn’t for a lack of trying on your end, you’d attempted conversation a few times already, only to receive silence.
But that was fine. All you had to do was get through the next few hours, then you’d be home free.
You walked a few feet ahead of him, eyes flickering to the tree line every so often to check your surroundings. You weren’t distracted, per se, but you let your mind wander somewhat.
It was amidst your daydreaming that you spotted it. Not an infected, but maybe something adjacent. It had the look of cordyceps, but took on a more plant-like form, curling around the base of a tree in a tangle of brightly colored vines and roots.
You paused, steps halting as you observed from afar. The plant was intriguing, the air around it almost shimmering. The view was enchanting, enough to make you draw closer.
You didn’t notice Joel behind you, watching with growing curiosity—or maybe concern—as you approached the fluorescent plant. He said nothing, but he observed. Silently protecting, waitimg for something to go wrong.
You stepped closer and closer, as if you were entranced, reaching out with one hand to touch the plant. But Joel’s voice stopped you.
“What the hell are ya’ doin’?” He demanded, stepping close enough that you could feel his presence at your back.
“I was just…”
He cut you off with a firm shake of his head. “Just nothin’. You never touch a plant you can’t identify. ‘Specially not one that looks like that.”
You huffed, cheeks heating with something like shame. “I wasn’t! I was just going to—”
“Weren’t gonna touch it my ass. You were reachin’ right for the damn thing.”
In the midst of your arguing, the two of you didn’t notice the way the plant pulsed and throbbed, vines writhing strangely in their tangle. Then, the brightly colored bulb on one of those vines popped open, hissing out a huge cloud of sweet smelling, peachy colored pollen.
It was potent enough to immediately fill your nostrils, and Joel’s too, judging by the way he began coughing in sync with you. The pollen assaulted your senses, tingling the hairs of your nose and burning your eyes even after your attempts to blink it away. You and Joel ran away from the cloud, covering your mouths as you hacked and coughed.
“Jesus—” Joel panted, smacking his chest with his closed fist. “See? I told you this plant was bad news! If you’d just listened—”
“How the hell was I supposed to know it’s do that?” You asked with a rough voice, your throat beginning to burn along with your eyes. “I thought it was just a plant!”
“Christ. No fuckin’ survival instincts, I swear.” He grumbled, wiping at his face as if he could still feel pollen on his skin. Maybe he could, your face was feeling pretty itchy too. Now that you thought about it, your cheeks were hot and beginning to tingle oddly, no matter how much you wiped at them.
The heat was creeping down your face to your neck, then filling your chest and lungs. It brewed low in your belly, feeling similar to a building orgasm. But that couldn’t be right, it would be completely preposterous. Then the heat continued lower. Between your thighs, running down your legs like lava, pooling in your feet. It was beginning to be unbearable.
You glanced at Joel for… for what exactly? Guidance? Some kind hope that he’d know what to do? Either way, he looked just as wrecked as you. His skin was flushed, chest heaving more aggressively now, like he was panting despite the fact that you’d both been standing here still for the past few minutes. Or maybe it was longer, you’d lost track of the passing time.
One glance down Joel’s body proved just how much he was feeling the effects of whatever it was that’d hit you both. The tent in his jeans was prominent, and there was no way it was anything other than an erection.
You should’ve felt disgusted, but instead the heat in your belly reached a fever pitch, turning to a gnawing ache. You couldn’t help the whimper that left your lips, and Joel reacted like it physically hurt him.
“I don’t… I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He said roughly, scrubbing a hand down his beard before wiping sweat off his brow. “Jesus. I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Me either. It must’ve been that plant. The pollen. The… fuck.” You mumbled, exhaling shakily. The ache was mounting now, getting stronger and stronger to the point of pain. You didn’t know how to get rid of this, but it was becoming hard to handle. Nearly impossible.
Joel groaned, low and ragged as he turned away from you, clenching his fists. He looked like he wanted to do something, but he seemed just as helpless as you in this situation.
“Stop makin’ those noises.” He growled whipping back around. You hadn’t even realized you were making any noise, but needy whines had been leaving your lips. Joel stared at you for a long moment, the two of you deathly silent.
Then you both lurched forward at once.
When your lips met, it was less of a kiss and more of a fight for dominance. A clashing of teeth and tongues and occasional smashing of lips. Your hand tangled in his hair as his groped at your body. Running over your breasts and squeezing, grabbing at your ass as he ground you against his bulge. He was needy, practically humping against you like a dog in heat. But you weren’t complaining, especially when he hitched your leg over his hip and ground his bulge perfectly against your clothed core.
The relief was immediate, though not enough to ease the heat and the ache and the pain. If anything, it made it all worse. Made you need more.
“Joel, fuck. Please. I need it so bad.” You pleaded, words muffled against his jaw as you planted spit-slicked kisses against his skin. “I feel like I’m dying.”
He nodded, wasting no time sweeping you off your feet before he lowered the both of you to the ground. His knees creaked as he crouched down, but he paid his achy joints no mind.
His hands roamed your body more, snaking under your top to grab at your bare skin. The feeling of his callouses scraping against your ribcage, then the soft skin of your breasts was enough to have your back arching off the dirt, a needy moan slipping out. His fingers found your nipples, twisting and tugging with an almost expert experience. His knee landed between your legs, offering something for you to hump against. Again, even this wasn’t enough to ease the need.
“Joel,” you whined, biting your lower lip.
“I know, I know.” He groaned, kissing down your neck and collarbones as his hand worked at the button and zipper of your jeans. He tugged them down roughly until they bunched at your ankles, leaving them there while he undid his own jeans.
His cock sprang out, rock hard and leaking. For somebody in his fifties, he had an impressive cock. Long, girthy, the perfect size to fill you up and calm the fire within you. You practically salivated at the sight of it.
He gave himself a few jerks, tugging at his cock with a groan before slapping it against your already soaked slit, the feeling having your hips jerking up and a moan leaving your lips.
A plea sat right on the tip of your tongue, but Joel beat you to it and slipped inside of you without any more preamble. You were both too needy for any kind of teasing.
The both of you moaned in unison as Joel’s forehead dropped to your shoulder, ragged breaths fanning against your skin. Then he grabbed one of your legs, bringing it up and hooking it over his shoulder before feeding the last few inches of him inside of you.
He was so big, stretching you deliciously with every inch of his fat cock. Then he began moving, and finally that ache inside of you began to ebb away just barely.
He pulled his hips back before pushing back in, panting against your neck. He built a steady rhythm, a wet plap, plap, plap sound echoing through the empty woods. Your back scraped roughly against the rocks and sticks in the ground, but it was quickly forgotten with each delicious stab of his tip against your cervix. He was hitting depths within you that no man had ever reached before, and the fullness was so amazing you could cry.
Each thrust was pure relief wrapped in ecstasy, rolled up in sunshine and rainbows and everything good. The pain was almost fully gone now, replaced by a mind numbing pleasure. Your nails raked against his back as a mother ragged moan fell from your gaping mouth.
“Fuck, Joel! Don’t stop!” You cried out, eyes rolling back in your head.
His thrusts quickened, his hips driving against yours with a relentless, punishing pace. He grabbed your other leg and brought it up and onto his other shoulder, briefly turning his head to press a kiss to the inside of your ankle before he draped his body over yours. You were both chest to chest now, and despite being fully clothed—aside from your bottoms—the position felt intimate. His hand stroked your hair almost tenderly as he mouthed at your jaw, sucking a mark on your throat as he panted and groaned.
He was so vocal it was driving you crazy. Each groan, coupled with the drag of the veins on his cock against your gummy walls was enough to build your pleasure up and up and up. Soon enough, you were right there dangling on the edge.
Your moans were shrill, pornographic, downright feral, but you couldn’t care less right now. Not when Joel looks so good on top of you, his eyes rolling back as he bit his plush bottom lip.
It was enough to have stars bursting behind your eyes, your thighs trembling on his shoulders while your orgasm hit you like a mack truck. He let out a curse before biting down on your shoulder and slamming in as deep as possible, his grip on you tightening as he came inside of you. His body trembled in time with yours, breaths coming out shaky and unsteady.
You were limp against the forest floor, Joel still on top of you—still inside of you—as you both came down. For a few, blissful moments, you felt completely spent. Calm, at ease, satiated.
Then the ache came back, even worse than before. Joel groaned and made eye contact with you, his soft cock immediately hardening again.
feat. Joel Miller
ᯓ★ Being exposed to spores was usually a death sentence. But these spores are making you feel strange…
warnings! : NSFW 18+, afab!reader, jackson!joel, jealous!joel, dubcon-ish (under the influence of sex pollen), very brief f!masturbation, fingering, grinding, brief choking, dry humping, begging, finger sucking, cum eating, light degradation, spitting, clothed sex, unsafe sex, creampie, joel says the mask stays ON during sex, bad description of location because tbh i don't know where they are, tommy catching some strays (sorry bud)
ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3
You hated patrols with Joel Miller.
Not because you hated him—far from it, actually—but because you always felt so useless when you were next to him. Joel was practically perfect at everything he did, the most capable person in all of Jackson. It was no wonder he was always getting placed on more complicated patrols. You, apparently, were just along for the ride.
Joel slings his rifle over his shoulder as he lifts up his arm for you to grab while navigating the unsteady terrain. Maria and Tommy had assigned you both to investigate a new area, one that lies much farther than anyone had patrolled before. Whispers of spores appearing had urged her to have you to confirm what exactly was out there.
(When you begged Tommy to switch shifts with him, he just chuckled and patted your shoulder.
“You’ll thank me for it eventually, hun.”)
Fuck you, Tommy, you think, refusing Joel’s help.
You then trip over a tree root.
“Woah there!” Joel shifts his body, to stop your descent to the ground. “Gotta watch where you’re going, killer.”
God, that nickname. He came up with it the very first time you patrolled with him, killing over a dozen infected in minutes. You just wanted to prove yourself, and he just throws it back at you with a silly little nickname.
When Joel catches you, the first thing you notice is how warm he is. With your head buried into his chest, you also get a good whiff of his natural musk. Catching yourself, you pull away and leap back quickly.
“Sorry, I was just…distracted.”
Joel’s smirk makes him look so smug—not thinking about you, dammit!--and it infuriated you so much you just had to put him in his place.
“Was thinking about something Tommy said to me.”
Joel whips his head around so fast you’re concerned he might’ve gotten whiplash.
“Tommy? What’d he have to say to you?”
You weren’t so oblivious to not notice how Joel's whole demeanor changed when you mentioned Tommy. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were narrowed in on your face, trying to gauge an answer from your expression.
But you weren’t letting anything through. Knowing that there really was a way to get under Joel’s skin excited you.
You hissed. “I’d rather not say. It was kind of…personal.”
“Stop fucking with me. What’d he tell you?”
You rolled your eyes. “Stop worrying about it.” You stopped in your tracks, noticing that you two had finally hit new terrain. “We should be close.”
Both of you readied your guns, surveying the new area, clearly an abandoned town by the looks of the run-down buildings and cars. There’s what looks like a supermarket ahead, its glass door shattered and windows bordered up. It’s most likely cleaned out by now, but it was worth a shot to check for some more surprise.
As you enter, all it takes is a second for you to be surprised—just a split second for an infected to throw itself to you, knocking yourself to the ground.
“Fuck!” you yell, frantically trying to crawl away as it snaps at you. You manage to position your rifle as a barrier between you and its face just as Joel runs inside, sniping it with a quick headshot.
He runs over to you, pulling you to your feet with ease. “We gotta go!” A cacophony of groans sounds from outside, alerting other infected to your presence.
“Oh fuck,” you mumble, disoriented but following close behind Joel. You dodge various clickers and stalkers, shooting some whenever you’re able to get a good aim.
Joel eventually leads you to a large, dark building, hoisting you up a ladder and then kicking it off. The infected try to climb their way after you but to no avail. You two are able to get in shot after shot until all are dead.
You let out a breath, collapsing on the roof. Joel checks you over quickly, holding your jaw as he moves your head all around, inspecting your neck for bites. “You okay? Bit?”
You swat his hand away, turning away from him and huffing. “I’m fine. I had it handled.”
He raises a brow.
“I did!”
He doesn’t respond, waiting for more.
“But, I guess I appreciate the backup so…thanks, Joel.”
He chuckles. “That’s better.”
As you both catch your breath, you peer over the ledge, finally realizing just how the rooftop was from the ground. With the ladder completely useless as it lays beneath a pile of dead infected, you don’t see another way out. “Um, Joel?”
He turns to you.
“How the hell are we getting down from here?”
Joel looks around, before his eyes land on a trapdoor. “Guess we're going in.”
Standing back up, you rub a hand over your face. “I sure hope we have better luck inside than we did out.”
“When do we ever?” Joel unlocks the door and peers in. “If we go in, there’s no way we’re making it back up. We’ll have to go through.”
He jumps down first, gesturing to you to follow. You stumble as you do, Joel steadying you before surveying the scene.
“Shit, get your mask on!” Joel orders, quickly pulling his out of his pack and securing it to his face. You fumble for yours, doing the same. Joel begins to walk further into the dark, dank room, the pungent smell of death alerting you both to spores being nearby. “Think this is what Maria was talking about.”
You can barely see in front of your face, but as soon as you catch some light you gasp and jump back, touching your mask and flinching when you hit broken glass. Fuck. Your mask must’ve broken when you fell back in the supermarket.
“Joel…” you whimper, sounding more pathetic than you wanted to. He turns to you, eyebrows furrowed in concern, but quickly his expression turns to shock as you undo your mask and take it off your face.
“The hell are you doing?” He practically shouts running over to you. You shove the mask into his hands.
“It fucking broke,” you mumble, your voice wobbly as you try to prepare for the inevitable. “I’m screwed.”
Joel doesn’t even hesitate as he begins to undo the straps of his own mask before you surge forward and restrain his hands.
“Are you fucking stupid? You need to get out of here! You’ve got important people back in Jackson, just leave me before I turn,” you spit out your words with as much venom you can muster, trying to mask your fear with anger.
Joel whispers your name, so vulnerably that your eyes well up with tears. “You’re important, too.”
“Fucking—stop! Just…shoot me and get it over with, Joel,” you grit out. Defeated, you hold your head in your hands, not wanting to meet his eye.
Then it hits you—fast. A wave of nausea and heat passes over your body so suddenly that your legs give out and you collapse on the ground.
Joel reaches to help you up but you slap his hand away. “Why are you still here…” you mutter, “you got a death wish?” Your speech begins to slur as your body heats up. But then there’s an odd feeling—arousal, it almost feels like. Your core pulses with need, confusion passing over your body. You definitely don’t think that infection should feel like this.
“Joel,” you try calling out to him, but it sounds more like a pornographic moan than anything else. “I don’t think these are normal spores.”
“What do you mean?” he asks hesitantly. He scans you over, seeming to also realize how you aren’t showing the normal signs of infection.
“I feel…hot. Like—you know, in that kind of way.”
Joel seems at a loss of words at first, debating how to respond to you. “Better than infected, right?”
“I’m serious, Joel. It fucking hurts. I can’t—” Your hand makes its descent down the front of your pants. “I need you. Please.”
Conflict fills his gaze as his eyes flicker to your moving hand, to your face, and back to your hand. “You ain’t in the right state of mind,” he starts, sounding unsure of himself. “We gotta get you outta here and we’ll figure it out once it’s safe.”
Anger and embarrassment surges through you all at once as Joel blatantly rejects you in such a dire time of need. You were desperate, you were hurt, and you were so fucking unbelievably horny.
“God, fuck you, Joel,” you manage to grit out amongst the sweat and pain surging throughout your body. Your body was begging for release, and you sure as fuck were going to make sure you received it. “You know what? If he were here, Tommy would’ve helped me—”
Joel pushes you down, hovering over you. One hand encaptures your throat, holding you down without hurting you. The other moves down your frontside, swatting away the hand that you were pleasuring yourself with. His fingers toy with the tie of your pants, ghosting your stomach. “Is this what you wanted from me?”
You moan abashedly, arching your back to grind against his hand. “Yes, fuck!” You cry out, not even caring how desperate you sound. All you could think about in that moment was getting Joel’s fingers—his cock—inside of your aching pussy.
“So fucking pathetic,” he growls, staying in place as he watches you frantically move your hips against him. He then pushes himself down onto you, his erection straining through his pants. Joel begins to hump your pussy, grinding himself back and forth against your clothed sex.
“Soaking yourself through your fucking pants. You want me that bad, huh?” Joel almost teases you with his thrusts, pausing in between each motion.
“Please, Joel!” you cry out. “Please fuck me.” Your hands claw at his back, a feeble attempt to draw him closer to you.
“I think I like you a lot better when you’re begging for me.”
Joel unzips his pants, shoving them below his knees with haste. He finally pulls down your bottoms, two fingers swiping the length of your clothed slit, gathering some of your slick in his hand. He brings his fingers to your lips. “Suck.”
You obey without a thought, swirling your tongue around his digits as he removes your panties. Your moan sounds out around Joel’s fingers as his cock finally pushes into you.
“Shit,” Joel hisses, “you’re sucking me in.”
Your pussy flutters at his words, mind hazy as you finally get the relief you were searching for. Euphoria surges through your body as he begins to fuck you, his cock stretching you wide.
He reaches places you never thought were possible, making you see stars.
“You don’t seem to be all that grateful that I’m helping.” Joel glares down at you, jaw clenching underneath his mask. “I deserve a thank you, don’t I?”
“Thank you,” you whine, too focused on your pleasure to process exactly what he’s saying.
He thrusts into you hard, filling you up to the brim. “That ain’t good enough. Again!”
“Thank you, Joel!” Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he pounds into you mercilessly. One of his hands moves to tease your clit, and you wrap your legs around him for some stability.
“That’s better.” He maintains a steady yet harsh pace, skin slapping furiously as your moans fill the room. “Bet Tommy couldn’t fuck you like this, huh?”
You shake your head wildly.
“I can’t hear you,” he warns, his hips beginning to still. His hand pulls away from your clit. It throbs achingly with the sudden removal of pleasure.
You whine out in protest. “Only you! Only you, please!” You move your hips, struggling to move yourself on his cock to no avail.
Pleased with your answer, Joel grasps your hips and pulls you flush against him. He moves you up and down on him, controlling the pacing.
You feel a tight pressure in your abdomen, begging to be released. You claw at Joel’s arms as he fucks you, and he senses your release coming soon. His hand returns to your clit, rubbing it with an intensity you’ve never felt before.
You feel the coil of pressure threatening to release. “Oh fuck, Joel, right there…”
“There you go baby, let it all out.”
His coaxing is what pushes you over the edge as you cum with a cry of Joel’s name on your lips. Joel’s own release comes soon after, with a short grunt and a pleasant warmth filling your core.
It’s as if your orgasm was a magical healing potion with the way you suddenly feel all better. The heat you feel is no longer uncomfortable, but rather relaxing. You feel refreshed, almost.
Joel collapses next to you, and embarrassment washes over you as you replay the events of everything that just happened in your head. You cannot believe you actually acted like that.
“Already back to this?” Joel comments. “That was quick.”
You’re glad he doesn’t seem to be treating you any differently. “Let’s just get out of here and never speak of this again.”
“We still need to give Maria a report. And I’ve got lots of things I need to say to you.”
“Save it for Jackson, please.” You playfully slap his chest. “And I’m sure there’s some things we can leave out of it. Unless you want me to tell Tommy how—”
“Okay, okay, enough of that. I know when I should admit defeat.” Joel chuckles huskily from behind his mask, the sound making your heart skip a beat.
You really aren't sure if you should strangle Tommy or thank him when you see him again.
Standing to pull your pants up, you try your best to ignore Joel’s cum spilling out of you. “Good. Let’s head out then. We should be able to make it back before dark.”
You start to head out of the room, not waiting up for Joel. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters under his breath, although you still hear.
You smirk, knowing full well he can’t see it. “Hurry up, old man!”
He sighs, and you giggle, knowing exactly how to tease him on your way back to Jackson.
clit numbed. cunt numbed. cockwarming my dildo. i feel so floaty and peaceful. i can feel that i’m stretched and full, but every time i clench down there’s no satisfaction or pleasure. all i can feel is how complete i am when i’m full of cock. i’d be like this all the time if i could
You told me you wanted me to tie you up. It took me a few seconds to be sure that you meant it, after all, we were just friends. Yes, we flirted a lot, recurring off-color jokes, but it'd never gone any further. It wasn't until we were finishing watching a series together in my apartment and you found the ropes I was practicing with last night that you confessed to me that you wanted to experience it.
“But don't do anything dirty with me, huh? I'm not into this freaky stuff. I just want to know what you do with this.”
So I said yes. We finished watching the last episodes while I slid the rope over your body. First I made a design on your chest over your shirt while you made jokes about how depraved I was, that I was being "too nice" and that I could tighten more. So I did it. Then I bent your legs, spread them wide, and held them that way by tying them against the couch. I held your wrists against your ankles and little by little, you became more and more immobilized and your laughter became less frequent. But your smile didn't disappear, the expression was different.
It was turning you on, you didn't expect it to have this effect on you but no matter how much you try to avoid it, I can see it in your body language, in how you tremble with the touch of my fingers.
“Does it feel good?” I asked you, even though I already knew the answer. My hands running over your chest, with your rapid breathing. “I thought you weren't into this kind of stuff"
You nodded your head, and my hand went straight to your crotch, resting it on the fabric of your jeans.
“Think of all the things I could do to you now that I have you helpless. No one is coming until tomorrow, I could keep you here aaall night… But you asked me not to do anything dirty to you.”
“No, touch me please.”
“Oh, I thought you had to be a freak to enjoy these things.”
Guiding you while you bounce on a suction cup dildo for me. Correcting your form, making sure your back is perfectly arched, your tongue out. Choking you and slapping your ass while you fuck yourself on it, training that perfect hole. You'd better learn to ride dick exactly how I like if you ever want to earn the privilege of feeling me inside you darling. Harder. You're not doing this for your pleasure, you exist for mine. There you go, bitch. That's exactly how I like it. Now be a doll and smile for the camera, sweetie.
if you want me to completely destroy you in every conceivable way, all you gotta do is say "no."
deny me my control, and i will regain it over you in any way i see fit.
disobey, and i will drag you by your hair across the carpet, kick you, punch you, slap you, yell at you, spit on you, smack your body from top to bottom until you're writhing in pain and begging for me to stop.
act like you're better than me, that you don't want me, so i can put you in your place and remind you that you're just a stupid human fleshlight and nothing more, that you don't even get to have a choice with your own body when you're with me. without daddy's guidance, you're just a miserable whore who deserves to be beaten and raped.
tell me i can't have you, and i'll fucking make you mine.
Got in trouble in school today ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა me and my friends were a little loud in our classroom and had to get a lecture from my teacher...
The teacher was being such a bully to my friend and I had to defend my friend ofcourse! > < The teacher didn't like that at all though...
They told me to meet at their office after classes and so I went to the office and then he pushes me under his desk and shoved his adult cock in my tiny mouth saying "There, a better way to make your mouth useful"
Many teachers were in the office today and they couldn't help but stare at me!! > < I'm so embarrassed especially when my teacher came all over my hair and rubbed his cock clean on my face..
I'm scared of going to school tomorrow!! What if all of my teachers use me as their personal kiddo Fleshlight?!
Something I've found out recently is that I'm incredibly greedy. I used to be all about wanting my partner(s) to cum, and doing the work for that, and don't get me wrong that's still really hot... But I genuinely think it's hotter for me to just use you. Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want, for as long as I want.
If I wanna reach down your shirt and pinch your nipple while we're out with friends, who are you to stop me?
If I wanna drag you away from dinner with your parents and skullfuck you in the bathroom, why shouldn't I?
If I wanna destroy your sleep schedule by abusing you throughout the night and making you cockwarm me until I fall asleep, could you even stop me?
I'm about to go study but I can't get the thought of someone forcing me to cockwarm them while I do my activities... ໒꒰ྀི｡- ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১
I'll be writing my essay and I could feel them grind their hips while my pussy is stretched with their dick inside me, there's tears in my eyes as I beg them to pull out only for them to grab my waist so I could take the rest of their inches.
They'd slap my ass or thigh and tell me to finish my work so they can have their own fun with me so I try to finish a paragraph with my shakey hands.
But they get impatient so they pull out of me with their tip still inside and then thrust their whole length in my cunt in one go.
In and out, in and out... They'll thrust in my insides roughly with their hands gripping on my waist, pumping their dick inside me like a dog in heat.
I'd beg them to stop or even just slow down so I do and submit my work in time, they tell me "Do your work then, I don't fucking care you're just a lubed hole to me"
"Just ignore me fucking your boycunt and focus on your work yeah? I only care about your hole... Not you"
I want to rape you in front of your family so they can watch how much of a fucking slut you are while I bounce you on my cock and hear your little uh uh uh uh and barely suppressed moans.
Violate the good little girl they worked so hard to raise all these years, just to watch you drool your braincells out onto the floor while i break you into the new shameless fuckslut you're becoming.
They can hear your brain turning to mush with every wet plap your cunt makes as i pound it relentlessly with my hard cock.
Let's make our new family right in front of them ❤️
It's been a while since you've seen a doctor, and you're nervous as you follow the nurse back to my office. What's there to be nervous about, this is just a little checkup, right? You notice the nurse's manicured burgundy nails as she knocks sharply on the door. She turns to you, smiling prettily, and says, "the doctor will see you now."
You push open the door and enter quite a large room. The nurse follows, closing the door behind you. In the center is the examination table, off to the right is a small crowd of young adults, appearing to be made up of men and women, and on the left is me, seated at my desk. "Welcome," I say, standing and extending one hand. My voice is deep, warm, and smooth, and you fumble for a moment, blushing a little, before you remember to shake my hand. Your hand is dwarfed in mine, my strong fingers encircling you, and a thought flashes unbidden through your mind - what would those fingers feel like inside you? - but, come on now, that's really not appropriate...
"I have a few students with me, as you can see. Is that alright?"
"Well, yes, of course!" Why shouldn't it be?
"Excellent. Now, I'm pioneering this new full-body examination method - it's really quite extraordinary, the maladies I can detect this way - but be warned, it is, shall we say, unorthodox. Is that alright?"
Just for a moment, you see something in my eyes, something behind the genial smile and gentle, reassuring tone. Just for a moment, you feel like some specimen, some piece of meat, pinned down under the lights with nowhere to go... but just for a moment. Surely, nothing bad can happen, and I'm a doctor, aren't I? You can trust me. So you swallow your fear, and you acquiesce.
"Excellent! Let's have a seat on the table, if you don't mind, and we'll make a start. Nurse V, if you would..."
As you sit on the table, the clinical, sterile seating a little cold against your skin, the pretty nurse steps behind the table, facing you, waiting for something. From your right, I approach, and you feel again just how much larger than you I am as my broad shoulders block out one of the ceiling lights. With all these people watching you, it takes all you have not to squeeze your legs together, just a little bit.
We begin with a quick examination of your face - "you have beautiful eyes, you know," I purr into one ear. I place one hand on the side of your neck and tilt your head; god, you've been reading too much, haven't you, the way you want these strong, expert fingers to close around your throat.
"Now, open your mouth for me, please." You oblige, and I cup your chin and slide my thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Your eyebrows jump in surprise, and you look at me questioningly.
I smile again, still inside you. "Unorthodox, remember? Now, close your mouth and try to swallow." From behind, the nurse strokes your cheek with the back of one hand, and you feel a sudden ache between your legs. You close your lips around my thumb and swallow. It tastes... clean, mostly, as one might expect from a doctor, but you can taste the sweat underneath.
"Very good, one more time for me."
You swallow again, and you feel me slide my thumb over the surface of your tongue, pressing down, swirling in circles.
"And, one more time... yes, that's it, good job, very good job."
The praise for this degrading task is more than you can bear, and you squeeze your thighs together. Fuck, it's humiliating, everyone just saw you do that... All these eyes on you, the beautiful nurse behind you, this big, strong doctor with these big, strong hands and that big fucking bulge... but no, this is just a checkup, nothing is going to happen, right?
While you were thinking, I dried my hand off and had begun speaking.
"I'm - I'm sorry?"
"No worries. I was saying, can you remove your top, please? We need to examine your heart and your breathing."
You stare at me. "Remove my - "
"Yes, remove your top. The fewer barriers between me and you, the less interference with my examination." My face is quite serious, almost bored - this really must be routine. You look back at the nurse, and she smiles slightly and nods. So you undress, your nipples betraying you, standing at attention. You blush as the crowd of students looks at you intently. The nurse lays one warm hand on your shoulder, slender fingers gripping you reassuringly, and your eyes are drawn once more to those burgundy nails.
I step in close, and you feel my breath warm on your chest. "Now, observe the stiffness in the patient's nipples - this is to be expected, given the cool air, and it's certainly nothing to be ashamed of," I say, smiling. I press my stethoscope up over your heart, the metal cold on your skin, and your mind is betrayed by the pounding of your heart. My eyes flick up to meet yours, and I grin, predatorily, and once again you feel like a piece of meat beneath the lights.
I examine your breasts, starting with your left. Enclosed in my big, strong hands, I squeeze and push, prod and pull, ostensibly feeling for any abnormalities, but the way my fingers brush over your nipples, the intensity with which I sink them into your soft breasts, heaving now as your breath comes faster... My practiced tongue rasps over one nipple and a tiny moan escapes your lips as you try desperately to hide how much you're enjoying this; try desperately, and fail.
Abruptly, I pull back. "Excellent! All seems well here." I rest one hand on your other shoulder and turn to the students. "Note the pleasure response during this section of the examination, and I hope you were paying attention to the oral technique."
I turn back to you, my eyes dancing as they meet yours. "Fully undress, if you would. The inspection must continue."
Your hands tremble as you slide your clothes down off your waist, and the nurse aids you, her lovely hands stroking along your thighs and calves as she does.
"And spread for us, please."
Obediently, your thighs open, exposing your cunt, your needy, aching wetness, to all.
"Note the beauty of the patient's sex, here. The shape of the folds," I murmur, tracing one finger along your sensitive lips, "the balanced ratio of the clitoris to the vulva overall," sliding two fingers on either side of your clit, squeezing gently between them, "the appropriate pleasure response in - "
You lose what I say as I plunge two fingers inside you, powerful and dextrous, knuckles slipping past your tightness easily. It feels so fucking good to finally have something inside you, after all this aching and teasing, and god, so many people are watching, they're all watching your pussy spread and toyed with by this big, strong, handsome older man, and now the nurse's slender fingers are across your throat and her lips are on your forehead, and she tells you that you're doing so well for me, you've been so good...
My fingers press up inside you, finding your g spot, and with my thumb rubbing on your clit, I start melting you. Waves of pleasure course through your body, you gasp, moan, whimper, and with your eyes closed you can't tell whose lips are so soft on yours, but it feels so fucking good, and all those people are watching and it makes you want it more, your back arching, chest heaving, melting under the attention, and finally, mercifully, you cum, contracting around my fingers, squeezing your thighs together, trembling, shaking, gasping for air. You hear me say something, but you're so overwhelmed with pleasure that all you can make out from my speech is "very, very good".
The hand withdraws from your throat, and I gently, gently, extricate my fingers, and settle my hand atop one thigh, fingers slick with your desire.
The nurse whispers affirmation in your ear as I address the class. "Stimulation in this manner, of the two most sensitive sex stimuli, brings the most consistent and powerful orgasms to those possessing these organs." I stroke the inside of your thigh reassuringly, before turning to you.
"The final part of this examination is seeing how well you handle penetration. I'm going to need your unequivocal verbal consent before proceeding."
The nurse leans in and whispers into your ear, "might I suggest 'please, sir, will you fuck me?'" You'd blush harder if you could.
You swallow, nervously, and there's a twisting in your gut as you say it. "Please," you begin, voice cracking. "Please, sir, will you fuck me?"
"Yes, that is sufficient. I must say, though," I warn, unzipping my jeans, "that I am quite large." I slap my cock down on your tummy, and the sheer weight of it shocks you. You've seen size like this in porn, sure, but fuck, you've never touched something like this. When you tear your gaze away from my cock, I'm grinning down at you, predatory again. "You can back out at any time, you know." My voice is low, teasing, challenging. "Should we continue?"
You nod shakily, and spread your legs a little wider.
One hand on your raised knee, one hand guiding my cock, I push against you. For a moment you realize the exam had to be done in this order; if you weren't so fucking wet, there's no chance you'd be able to take me. But all thoughts are blasted out of your mind as I push harder and slide in.
It's so fucking thick that you can't help but groan. You've never felt so full, so strained inside, being pushed in every direction; you're not built for this, maybe there's just too much, your body is rejecting me - and then I push again, another few inches, and you slam your head back against the padded table, a long, drawn-out "fuuuuuck" wrenched from your lips. You feel my strong hands brace at your hips, and with a final thrust, slamming your cervix up into your guts, moving your entire body, the ridges of my cock sliding deeper and deeper, sliding painfully, pleasurably past your walls, I'm inside you.
The nurse rests her hands on you again, and purrs in your ear, "you're doing so well for him, I know it's hard, it's so hard, but you're doing such a good job, pretty girl..."
Glacially, I pull out, allowing you a moment to rest, before thrusting in again, hands still at your waist. You sob once, loudly, and then you sink into it as I pick up a rhythm, deep, deep strokes inside you. You hear me grunting, whispering something, and I grow more frantic, impaling you a little harder, and through the wall of pleasure you hear me rumble, "nurse V, begin the overstimulation procedure."
"Certainly, doctor." She leans over you, lips fiercely meeting yours, and one of those slender hands reaches down to abuse your clit. An image of those burgundy nails on your cunt flashes through your mind as I continue pounding you, forcing you to spread for me, adjust to me, even as the nurse plays your clit like an instrument, and fuck, she's a virtuoso.
You sing a song of moans and voiceless curses under our combined mastery, knowing your audience is entranced, filled with a blazing, lusty pride. The deep bass of my voice, resonant in your skull, is saying something, but you cannot hear me; you're moaning, groaning, pleading, "yes, yes, oh my god yes" over and over...
The song swells to a crescendo and with two sudden strikes, two powerful thrusts into you, it ends with a thick, hot, sticky white wave of my approval inside you. You feel it pulse deep, deep inside, filling you, load after load delivered straight past your bruised, abused cervix.
You come back to reality with my cum spilling from between your legs, trailing thickly down onto the exam table. I zip up my jeans while the nurse helps dry you off, from all the sweat and saliva. She dabs caringly at your mouth, and you notice that the cloth is dyed the same shade as her lipstick.
"Now," I address the class, "I hope you were paying attention." I rest one hand on your aching, trembling thigh. How many times did you cum with me inside you? How long were all these people watching you writhe beneath me, begging, losing yourself in the pleasure? You have no fucking clue. "This patient has bravely volunteered for each of you to examine her, here and now, while she's available to us."
Your jaw drops. When did you agree to that? You would never - but you were begging, "yes, yes, yes" earlier, weren't you, while I was talking. You agreed. Everyone heard you say it.
"One at a time, please. And," I say to you, grinning wolfishly, "don't worry. I'll be watching the entire time."
Making you cockwarm my fingers while I gently cuddle you to sleep, whispering sweet little compliments in your ear while you doze off. How pretty you are, how nice your warm, wet hole feels on my fingers. How much I'm enjoying your needy little moans while you drift off. "Be a good pet and go to sleep now, darling. Even toys need their rest. And you're such a good toy. So so precious." No matter how much you whine and complain about how hard it is to sleep with fingers probing inside you, eventually you'll drift off like a good toy should.
Waiting for your eyes to close, your breathing to finally even out, for your body to relax completely before slide my fingers out of you and I cautiously exchange them for my cock. You look so pretty while you're asleep. I can't even stop myself from breeding you when you're so vulnerable. Slowly sliding it in and out of you until I can barely contain myself anymore. Until my thrusts grow harsher, less controlled. Until I can't stop myself from fucking you violently, forcing myself inside you, not even pretending to care about waking you up anymore. You just feel so fucking good, baby. Don't you dare fucking struggle. You know you're still my fuckdoll even when you're asleep.
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