[daddylittewhore]

at the point in life where i'm so lonely and don't have enough money either, not to mention zero experience dating someone, and honestly an online sugar daddy would solve both of those

wouldn't mind a mommy either

[klanggang]

The hottest thing about fucking a girl with a strapon that’s “too big” is that I don’t have to.

The size of a real cock is kinda set. A guy can’t help if he’s “too big”.

I however, can pick the size of the strap that I fuck you with. It really makes no difference to how it physically feels for me if I fuck you with something smaller.

That’s what makes it so hot. I’m fucking you with a strap thats so big you don’t like it because I want to. I’m fucking you with something that makes you cry because I want to. You’re going to be sore from an experience you didn’t even really enjoy because I wanted to make you sore.

I think it’s so hot.

[the-horny-nightjar]

I want my orgasms to be entirely in your control. I have to ask permission before I cum, and if I cum without permission I want the most brutal punishment. I want you to make me edge constantly so that I'm always wet for you. Deny my orgasm for days at a time, make me crazy and desperate with horniness. When you do make me cum I want you to make me regret ever asking. Strap a vibrator to my clit while I'm tied to a fuck machine. Turn the vibrator on high. Leave me for hours being fucked and forced to cum over and over again. By the time you untie me I'll be barely coherent, covered in sweat and tears, and my pussy will be so sensitive from overstimulation. Remind me why I shouldn't beg for orgasms if I can't handle them.

[daddylittewhore]

oh noo please don't tie me up roughly after I try to escape once again

oh nooo please don't stuff my panties into my dry pussy

noooo pleaseeee don't fuck me with them inside me as punishment for trying to leave when you gave me freedom

please don't make me keep them inside me and then make me pull them out when I'm oversensitive and i feel every sting and abrasion

[ferylcreecher-deactivated202607]

im so surprised catheters arent more common. you can force someone to be full. spreading open your legs and having yet another one of your holes claimed. feeling yourself be filled more and more and they are in total control of your bladder. being so exposed and giving up the right to pee. being filled to the brim while they watch. wiggling and squirming and panting because you're so so so stretched but no, honey, not yet, you can pee when i say. watching all the water flow down the tube and into your body.

how is that not so fucking hot??

[slimeholes2-deactivated20210822]

I just really need someone to use my holes like a literal toy. Pull my cunt lips, slap my holes until they're swollen, fill them with random objects out of curiosity, spread me wide and make me regret being so wet for attention

[queerhoneybunny-deactivated2024]

Oh no please don’t force my legs apart and slap my pretty clit until I’m dripping and throbbing around nothing I’m begging you!!!!

[planet-nox]

need me a man who holds me in a chokehold while he forces his fat cock in and shushes me with a "easy girl, easy" as if he's breaking in a horse 😵‍💫

[luckiestangel-deactivated202503]

him cooing at you as you cry at the stretch of his big cock. he is wiping your tears away, half laughing, as he says: “aw, it’s okay sweetie — it’s okay my sweet girl.” as he pushes his cock into your cunt, his hand at the base and the other pinning your wrists above your head

[straymisc]

the least dangerous and kindest folks we know are the ones with the most insane, dangerous, and fucked up kinks

[straymisc]

do you get why though?

do you understand that those who are serious about those kinks learn consent, risk-awareness, and aftercare. the ones who really want to practice those kinks without causing harm to anyone are the ones who learn and understand what consent means, and how to treat everyone's agency with respect. they know that what they can do can hurt someone in very real and lasting and traumatic ways, so they learn risk mitigation and risk management and they process what safety means. the ones who have fucked up kinks are the ones who know that they can leave you feeling everything it's possible for a person to feel, and without help and guidance those things will calcify in your body and leave you traumatised, so they care about looking after those they play with. the ones that don't learn those things leave a trail of broken people behind until they're cut out from the kink communities they're a part of.

every single one of them knows how unsafe it is to have insane, dangerous, and fucked up kinks, and they do everything they can to be the best they can be to compensate.

[gh0sts-and-demons]

you still can’t believe your dad got remarried so soon after your mom left—and to some bitch with a son a year older than you, on top of that, so it wasn’t just one stranger moving in; you had to share your home with two randos.

as if it weren’t bad enough that your dad was too much of a pussy to stop your mom from leaving, he went and married the first bimbo with an inheritance he could find. it’s not like you ever planned on getting him a father of the year mug or anything, but god! did he even stop to consider how this affected you? as his daughter, you should be his first priority. it’s honestly unbelievable.

now you share a wall with some random guy who probably jacks off to the thought of your naked body mere feet away. nothing separates you but a foot of drywall. you scoff, disgusted by the thought. he’s such a perv.

jason’s only a year older than you, but you’ve overheard the conversations he’s had with some of his buddies. he’s definitely more experienced than guys your age. but, as far as you can tell, he’s only dated two girls, and he’s single now. that part you’re sure of—he’s never had a girl over, and he watches enough porn that you’re surprised the fbi hasn’t issued a cease and desist.

not that you have much room to talk, of course. you’ve never really had a boyfriend, just a few guys with big dicks who didn’t mind being used as living dildos. it’s one of these encounters you’re remembering fondly as you hold your hitachi on your clit, rolling your hips against it as your pleasure mounts. you bite your palm to muffle your moaning as you cum, but you’re not satisfied. you need something filling you up, stretching you out.

you climb off your bed and drop to the floor, reaching under your bed for the box where you keep your toys. it’s a meager collection, but the thick, long dildo you had delivered a few months ago hasn’t failed you yet. you faintly register the creak of your door swinging open when you remove the lid and find… nothing.

“the fuck,” you whisper, leaning down again. maybe it somehow rolled out of the box?

“if you’re looking for your sex toys, my mom confiscated them.”

you almost smash your head on your bedframe, but extricate yourself without injury. your perv step brother is standing in your doorway, where he’s had an unobstructed view of your bare pussy for however long he’s been there. “are you fucking insane?” you shriek. you clamber to your feet. “get out of my room! just standing there, staring at your naked step sister?”

he shrugs. “just figured you’d want to know. she won’t say anything about it if you don’t. she took my fleshlight last year.”

you huff and cross your arms over your chest, then drop them again. it’s not your job to protect yourself from pervs, and if he wants to look, he can look. “okay, well, are you done?”

he shrugs again. “if you want me to be.” he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his shorts, slyly pulling the fabric so you can clearly see the outline of his cock, and he is huge. your mouth waters at the thought of it.

it’s not like he’s actually your brother. he’s just some guy—more like a roommate. yeah, a roommate! it wouldn’t even really be wrong. you swallow and drag your eyes back up to his smirking face.

“shut the door,” you tell him. he closes it immediately, his free hand stroking himself through his shorts. “and take those off.”

“yes, ma’am,” he says. you would have heard the smile in his voice if you hadn’t seen it, turning his normally dour face into something almost handsome.

you size him up with a new eye. he’s bigger than you, not too muscular, and you’re distracted by his hand gripping his shaft. he’s pumping himself slowly, getting fully hard for you. your pussy is practically dripping.

you step backwards, beckoning for him to follow. when he does, you push him onto the bed, then straddle his face. he licks at you eagerly. you sigh at the feeling of a warm tongue bathing your clit with attention before leaning forward to take the tip of his cock into your mouth. you lick the bead of precum from his head, then wrap your lips around his tip. your tongue swirls around him, and he moans into your cunt. his hands squeeze your ass, turning you on even more. you bob your head down, up, down, taking another inch of him into your mouth every time, until he hits the back of your throat. you try to relax, to get him past that threshold, but you can’t fight your gag reflex. he thrusts up into your throat once, seemingly on accident, because when you gag and lean back, he apologizes immediately. with one hand, your stroke his shaft while your lips and tongue continue to massage his tip.

to your complete shock, a few minutes later, you’re humping his face as he makes you cum on his tongue. your thighs are still quivering when he taps you, and you laugh breathlessly and lift your leg so that he can sit up. he doesn’t give you more than a moment to recover before he’s picking you up and laying you on your back. it’s another surprise, one that clearly registers on your face, because he laughs at you and covers your mouth with one large hand and slides his cock into you.

your gasp is muffled, and it’s not long before you’re moaning against his palm. he feels so fucking good—the thickness of him stretches you, makes you feel full, and his cock has a slight curve to it that lets him go deep inside you and hit that perfect spot. you’ve never been fucked like this—you’ve never been fucked. you were always on top, always in control, so that you could get as much pleasure out of the experience as possible. but jason is fucking you, and god, is he good at it. you can feel your orgasm building rapidly, and just before you cum, he removes his hand from your mouth and pins your arms above your head. it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced, but your moan becomes a scream as he fucks you through the best orgasm of your life, all while wearing that stupid smirk. he knows he’s the best you’ve ever had, and he wants to make sure everyone else knows how good he is.

your comedown is accompanied by red-faced shame as you realize everyone in the house just heard you cum on your step brother’s cock. but he doesn’t stop fucking you, and he feels so good, you cum two more times before he pulls out, and you open your mouth for him. his cum dribbles onto your tongue and you swallow it eagerly, sucking him one more time for good measure as he caresses your hair.

“remember,” jason says, stepping away to pull his shorts back on. “she won’t say anything if you don’t.”

and all of a sudden, it’s not so bad living with strangers.

(ko-fi)

[gh0sts-and-demons]

you're just so little. so helpless and confused. you can't do anything without daddy telling you how. that's why, sometimes, whenever you get that tingle, you run right to daddy and tell him, beg him to make it go away. it's soo distracting, and you can't concentrate on anything else unless he makes the tingle go away. "daddy, can we play horsie?" you ask as you stop in front of him sitting on the couch.

he smiles. "are you wearing your special outfit like you're supposed to?" daddy asks as he slips one hand under your little pink skirt, feeling that you're not wearing your panties. "what a good girl!" you blush at the praise; sometimes you have to go change before you can play horsie, but this time, you remembered. you murmur your thanks as he stands and takes his pants off. "okay, hop on up."

you let out an excited giggle and do as he says. horsie is one of your favorite games, and daddy seems to like it, too. sometimes it turns into hide and seek! you position yourself on him just so, his leg hairs tickling your thighs as you settle your tiny pussy over the bulge in his boxers. this is how you play horsie: you sit on daddy's lap and bounce, lean forward and back, like you're riding a big horse! it feels really good, and after just a few minutes, daddy starts to get big like a horse.

his hands grip your soft ass, helping you bounce. you blush again--you can never get it right! daddy always has to show you how to ride him. but the flush on your cheeks blends with the flush of the pleasure building up inside you. "daddy," you whimper. "it feels like i'm gonna pee."

“that's good, baby girl, remember? keep going." he's so reassuring, his voice is so soft, and his fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of your ass and force you down harder, making you moan loudly.

"yes, daddy," you say, obedient as ever, and grind your hips against him. his cock is starting to peek through his boxers, and your pussy lips wrap around it. the warmth of his head on your clit is enough to send wave after wave of ecstasy through your tight young body, writhing in your daddy's lap as you cum for him. he holds you tight and tells you what a good girl you are for him, and you can feel yourself soaking his boxers.

"feel better, little one?" he asks, pressing a kiss into your hair.

you look up at him and shake your head no. "i want to keep playing," you tell him.

he raises his eyebrows. "what do you say?"

"please, daddy?" you beg, writhing against his cock.

he smiles and reaches between you, pulling his cock out the rest of the way. "that's my girl. of course we can keep playing. do you want to play hide and seek?"

you bounce up and down with glee. "yes, daddy! i love hide and seek!"

"me too, sweetie," he says. "okay, go ahead and hide it."

you lift your hips and grip his cock, lining it up so it splits you open as you lower yourself onto it. you bite back a moan. "where'd it go?" you ask, following the script.

"hmm," daddy says, his eyes closed until it's time for him to start looking. "is it... here?" he reaches under your shirt and squeezes your little tits, tweaking your nipples.

you pant with pleasure and begin bouncing again, shaking your head no. he lifts your shirt, pulling it over your head as you raise your arms.

"is it... here?" he grips your ass again, helping you bounce on his cock a little faster, a little harder. he lifts his hips in time with your bouncing, his cock driving deeper inside you, drawing gasps from you.

“no, daddy.”

he continues his search, squeezing, sucking, spanking, and groping all over your little body while his cock massages your insides. before long, you feel it again, that build-up that you love so much.

"i'm gonna cum, daddy," you announce as you grind your clit against his skin while keeping his cock buried inside your pussy.

"good girl," he whispers. "such a good girl for daddy. let me feel you cum, baby."

his words send a rush down your spine and straight into your pussy, making you gush all over his cock. the orgasm is so strong, you can't help but writhe on daddy's lap, burying your face in his chest.

"my turn," he says. he lifts you up and puts you on the couch on your knees, so you can rest your arms on the back of the couch. your tits press against the leather as he drives into you from behind, smacking your ass, spreading you wide so he can see your tight little pussy gripping his cock as he pumps in and out of you, over and over.

"daddy, it hurts," you whine as his thrusts make you sore.

he grunts and fucks you harder. "good girl," he growls.

you whimper and begin to cry as his cock stuffs you so full, you feel empty when he slides out, just to slam back into you. "daddy, please!”

"so close..." he pulls your head back by your hair so he can see your face. "oh, fuck, baby!" your mouth hangs open as he wrecks your little body, squeezing your tit hard enough to bruise. you feel his cock twitching and pulsing inside you, his warm cum shooting into you, and you are overcome with the satisfaction of knowing his pleasure came from you and you alone. you know just how to make daddy feel good.

(ko-fi)

[switchingdesires]

One cute thing you can do when your slut is still struggling with silly ideas about being independent, is to play into it by always providing her with a set of equally degrading "choices" <3

It’s a subtle and very effective way of manipulating the "girl boss"-part of her mind, given that she most likely won’t have the meta-cognitive capacity to realize it and just proudly slurp up cum from the floor, thinking about how much of a strong women she is, because she ✨makes her own choices✨💞

[bwuiseddollie]

thinking of my owner putting numbing cream on my cunt and ordering me to grind against his boot with my tongue out >< i’d be rubbing my pathetic cunt, desperately trying to feel something… anything… while he laughs at me and says how stupid i look acting like a desperate bitch in heat ><

[toxic-embrace]

18+ MDNI | <1k words, 2nd person | Reciever: you/your, ass, rim, little toy, hole, bitch | Giver: they/them, your dom, length | Primary themes: noncon, gagging (both silencing and dry heaving), forced contortion, anal/painal, pain for torture’s sake | Other themes: ambush, tied up, asphyxiation to unconsciousness, recording, figging, toy/dildo, dom being casual, cruelty, minor dacryphilia

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You need a sadistic stalker dom in your life. Maybe one day, your dom gets off of work early, and lets themself into your apartment with the key they copied from a picture they took while you were in the bathroom two months ago. They wait behind your front door to ambush you when you get home. The instant your bag hits the floor, strong hands wrench your arms behind your back and manhandle you into the bedroom, hardly noticing your flailing. Your heart can't help but race, even though you quickly realize who it is. You two had been sexting for a while, and had even hooked up a few times, but you had a fight last week, and hadn't talked much since. You had hoped it was water under the bridge but...

They tie you up on the bed, forcing a thick inflatable gag past your teeth until it nestles at the back of your throat. They pump it up, beginning to pry your jaw apart, stopping just short of dislocation. A thin tube runs through a hole in the punishing rubber, tickling your gag reflex as you try to control your dry heaving, tears pooling in your reddening eyes. They just smile at you. You are utterly fucked.

Without any preparation, they thrust viciously into your ass. You had talked about anal a little bit, but never seriously. Your ass feels like it's tearing as they ream you open dry on their length, making it as miserable as they can manage. Obviously, it hurts a lot—you can tell that's the entire fucking point—but the gag they used completely fills your mouth, making it hard to breathe, let alone scream. You're already struggling to hyperventilate through the thin tube serving as your air supply, the world closing in around you, when they fold over the tube, pinch your nose, and send you into the darkness.

You jerk back to consciousness choking on the gag, nearly aspirating the contents of your stomach before you can get your gag reflex back under control. As you slowly regain awareness of the sensations lingering in your body, you realize you have no idea how long you were out.

Obviously, your ass is sore and feels damn near torn, but there's more to it than that. There's something still holding your ass open, smaller than your dom, but also radiating a burning sensation around your rim and into your ass. You feel fucked out, and the rest of your body aches fiercely, but in a very odd way, almost jelly-like. Your muscles feel... over stretched?

Footsteps in the hallway draw your attention.

"Oh, my little toy is awake. Feeling good, I take it?"

They know full well you couldn't respond to save your life.

"Are you curious what I did to you while you were out? Here, let me show you." They walk over and lay down next to you, almost giddy, sticking their phone in front of your face. It's a video of you.

They're fucking your ass like they were just before you passed out, but you're clearly unresponsive. Eventually, they slow down to a lazy pace, reaching down to untie your legs. Once they're free, they wrench them upwards, trying to put your feet behind your head. There is obvious resistance; it doesn't even look close.

To your horror, over the next few minutes, they keep pushing on your legs while thrusting harder and harder and your legs stretch farther and farther towards your head. Finally, they thrust one final time, burying as deep inside your defiled hole as possible while leaning their entire body weight on your ankles. They slip behind your head, hooked behind your neck.

"Isn't that awesome? Your legs, were like, all the way up here." They mime the position, waving their hands disturbingly close to your ears. "Here, let me show you."

You try to squirm and fight as they untie your legs just like in the video, but it just sends a burning sensation shooting up the back of your thighs.

The pain as they slowly push your legs up is unique and indescribable. Not unbearable. Not yet. But visceral. You lose control of your gag reflex and start heaving again, but your dom doesn't seem to care, if they noticed at all. They seem pretty intensely focused on getting your feet behind your head again.

"C'mon bitch, you already did this once, stop making it harder."

Eventually, they succeed again.

"Yeah, see? Like that. Then I fucked you so hard. I need to show you that too. Here."

They lean down and grab a thick dildo, forcing it into you like it's the most natural thing in the world. Whatever was holding you open gets forced in along with it.

"Oh, oops. I forgot to take out your ginger. Don't let me forget to fish that out of you before I leave, ok? Anyway, I had so much fun folding you like this. I think you deserve to see what it was like. How about you squirm for me like this for a while, and then we can move on to the second position?"

Upon seeing your wide eyes, they elaborate.

"Oh, couldn't you tell? Obviously this wasn't the only position I tried. You could be a contortionist, you know! If you ever want to use those videos as an audition tape just let me know. They're all so fun, I can't wait to show you what your body can do now."

[fromhe11withlove]

I told you not to distract me while I was working. I warned you what would happen if you kept rubbing against my leg like a needy little pet, begging for attention. You chose to be a bad girl. So now you can entertain me instead.

Your boot-humping will be so much more fun once I peel your panties down, work this ginger paste all over your pussy, and tug them back up. There. Now you can get to work.

At first, it'll just be a low, tingling warmth. Give it a minute. Then the real heat will begin to bloom—a deep, searing intensity, until your whole needy cunt is on fire.

The more you grind, the deeper it burns. Stings right on your clit. Makes you a hot, throbbing mess. Makes you more and more desperate.

Come on. Put on a little show for me. I want to hear every single one of these pathetic little whimpers. Grind harder.

[scumking-deactivated20250331]

You know what doesn't get enough plaudits?

Fisting.

Something about stretching that tight tiny little cunt around a solid fist.

You said you liked my hands right? So I'm going to bury them inside you. Taking turns to punch into your pussy. Leaving you a gaping mess. Just a sore, beaten up hole that's no good to anyone.