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Hey is it cool if I manipulate you into doing disgusting things for me?
Minors DNI (18+)
TWs: Public sex, voyeurism, degradation, cream pies
A/N: Reader is gender neutral, near the end thereâs mention of riding the reader and it can be interpreted as real or one silicone based. Either can shoot a fat load, so either can be imagined.
Sitting on the crowded train, everyone seems zoned out. Many with headphones on or in their ears, staring at their phones. Itâs not like thereâs much to look at, anyways. Seeing as itâs pitch black out the windows. But here you are, stuck with your phone dead as you make your way home.
The train bumps and sways, and you hear a sound.
A breathy, barely-audible moan.
Scanning the standing people, you spot just off to your left, a couple standing pressed together. Your angle is just right to see past the hoodie the girl holds to block the view of everyone else. A long, thick cock has planted itself between her soft thighs, the tip poking out in front of her.
The boyfriend seems to notice where your eyes have gone, because when you look back up at them, heâs smiling at you. Giving a little wink, he leans in and whispers to the girl.
Surprise and panic seems to surface on her, but he continues to whisper as his hips pull back. The worry lining her face cracks into pleasure as he angles his hips andâŠ
Oh.
Heâs sliding into her.
A particularly rough bump has her mouth dropping into an âOâ shapeâ your view of her face only half of what you wish you could see. You hear a faint whistle sound, and make eye contact with the boyfriend, whoâs eyes ghost down to her ass, making you watch as he turns her front awayâ shiftin subtly enough to let you peek at her ass.
Being at the very back of the train had its perks. One of them being that to the other side of you was a wall, and no one else.
So you stand, turn, and hook your arm in the metal vertical handle, your own jacket hooked over your other arm to hide where your hand goes next.
Because not three feet away, is a beautiful little display her boyfriend puts on with her body. His thick cock stretching her cunt open, sheâs beginning to lean forward as if itâs too much just to have him half inside her. He grabs her cheeks and spreads them to give you a perfect view.
His smile only grows when he watches from his own view, as your hands sneak down the front of your pants.
Using the trains motions to guide his fucking, a particularly rough bump sends her back against himâ forced to take the entire fat thing in her.
He quickly cups a hand over her mouth to silence a sound. He lets go after a moment, and slowly shifts to turn his back to the rest of the train. Keeping her fully impaled as he begins to unbutton her shirt.
Braless. Sheâs fucking braless, and her tits are hanging two feet away from you. She seems to finally get a good view of youâ and upon seeing your handâs movements, her belly tensedâ and her boyfriendâs jaw clenched.
Oh fuck.
Rubbing yourself just a little harder, he gives in and thrusts into herâ subtle, but hard thrusts deep inside her. Whatever semblance of a thought left in her eyes drained away, leaving only a brainless, glassy-eyed pleasure in its wake.
The boyfriend gestures for you to come closer.
So you do, continuing forward. He continues to gently gesture, till youâre practically pressed against his girlâs front.
He leans in, grabbing you, and pulling you forward against her.
âLike whatcha see?â He murmurs, his voice low and intoxicating. âGood, wanna play with her tits? Yeah, I fucking know yaâ wanna, go ahead. Pinch âem, pull on âem, fuckinâ suck them if you want. Just rub her clit while youâre at it. Cant thrust too much, so Iâll make her milk me instead⊠ainât that right baby?â
Her head leans onto your shoulder, and you get to hear all those breathy moans you couldnât before over the loud rumble. Her breath fanning against your neck, her hand takes both of yours. Guiding them to their placesâ one in her shirt, the other up her skirt.
She shows you show she likes her nipples pinched, and guides your hand for a moment to get just the right movement ingrained into you. Her hands began to shake, gently grabbing your arms to steady herself.
Pinching and pulling at her nipple, you let go only to pop your fingers in your mouth, wetting them thoroughly before grabbing her tit back upâ the wet seems greatly appreciatedâ from the way she presses her mouth into your neck to silence a sound. Her hips moveâ bumping back down on his cock, jerking up and towards your handâ it was amazing how no one seemed to notice, or give a damn.
She was fucking beautiful.
âIâm gonna fuckin cum, keep it up. Rub her a little harder. Fuck yeahâ keep it like that, sheâs so fuckinâ tight you wouldnât believeâŠâ he groans, kissing the back of her neck as he buries himself in her one last time. Bliss covering his face as he released into her.
âMmh fuck, thatâs itâŠâ he shuddered, letting out a small sigh.
After a moment, he pulled out, letting her lay fully against you.
âKeep rubbing her clit, keep her nice and stupid for me.â He pulls a bag from his pocket, that when opened revealed a plug. Sliding it into her, he pays her ass and makes her jolt.
⊠she still hadnât cum.
âYeah, thatâs my cum dump. Whereâs your stop?â
When you tell him, his smile turns into a wolffish grin. âThatâs still a ways away. You wanna pull yourself out and give her a whirl? I see what youâre packing.â
⊠thatâs how you ended up back in your seat, five stops away from your get off point, edging close to a climax. She bounces on your cock with every slight jostle, her boyfriend standing over you both as a shield, watching you play with her tits as she rocked her cum-coated cunt down onto you.
âGo ahead, unload as much as you want. The more the better. Fuckinâ whore loves that shit.â
Oh, was she in for a surprise when she found out just how big of a load you were packing.
Four stops away. You feel your stomach tightening.
Three stops away, you unload everything into her. Her lips mouthing at your throat as she clenches, milking every drop from you.
Two stops, she sits up on your lap, letting her boyfriend plug her hole, pressing her breasts together, she asks you give them kisses.
One stop. Youâre helped into your feet again, and a polaroid photo slid into your hand.
Stepping off the bus, you watch as it departs. Looking down to the photo in your hand, youâre met with those stunning tits, covered in a creamy load, sandwiching that same fat cock. A little note left on the back.
âThank you for the fun! I hope you cum again ;)
Feel free to call us any time, weâd love to take another load off you <3âïżŒ
Their number written clearly at the bottom, you quickly add it to your contacts list as soon as your phone is charged.
My Best Friend's Dad
Lacy sat on the porch swing. She was rocking back and forth with the cool afternoon breeze while waiting for her best friend, Brandy, to get home.
They both attended the local community college, and after long summer days like these they usually found themselves up in Brandy's air-conditioned bedroom. They would dance around and sing along to the radio while gossiping and sipping ice-cold sodas, but lately things had started to change.
Brandy had met a guy named Hart at the local Dairy Queen where he was the night manager. Lacy thought he was a jerk. He'd grab her ass when Brandy turned her back, and once, when he was dropping her off on his way home, he'd asked her to have sex with him. Lacy hated him.
Lacy looked at her watch; she'd been waiting for nearly an hour. Brandy wasn't coming home any time soon. She stood up and started to walk down the porch steps when she saw Brandy's dad, Greg, pull into the driveway. She walked toward the car and waited for him to get out.
Greg stepped out of his jeep and waved to Lacy. He was home earlier than usual and he was surprised to see her standing there. Lacy was his daughter's best friend and she was as gorgeous as they came. She was about three inches taller than his daughter was, her hair was blond, her eyes a sparkling green, and her body a perfect ten. He couldn't count the number of times he had jacked-off while imagining her standing in front of him, totally naked, and playing with her giant tits. He grabbed his briefcase and walked over to her. She wasn't wearing a bra, like usual, and her erect nipples fought against the thin fabric of her worn vintage tee that said "Impeach Nixon."
"Nice shirt," he smiled.
Lacy looked taken aback, she looked down and laughed, "Oh yeah, thanks." She smiled, "Say, you don't happen to know when Brandy'll be home, do you?"
"She told me she would be out late. It's Hart's night off, I think, and they're going out." He looked at her quizzically. He'd been disappointed that Brandy hadn't been hanging out with Lacy lately, but what could he do? He noted the disappointment on Lacy's face.
"Oh, well thanks anyways," she said half-heartedly.
Greg nodded and watched as she turned to walk away. "Lacy, would you like to come in and have a glass of lemonade, or water?" He grinned his most welcoming grin, hoping desperately that she would accept.
Lacy turned and flashed her brilliant smile, "sure!"
Greg led the way into the house, setting his briefcase down in the hallway on the way to the kitchen. Lacy followed behind him like a puppy dog.
When in the kitchen he opened the refrigerator and turned to her, "water or lemonade?"
"Lemonade," she said decisively.
"Good choice," he said as he took out the pitcher of lemonade and poured two glasses. He set them on the table and sat down across from her.
"Thanks Greg," she said. He'd finally gotten her to call him Greg two months ago, his favorite sex object calling him 'Mr. Folsom' was too weird for him.
"You're quite welcome." He smiled at her and sipped his drink. It sure was hot out. He sat there a few more minutes before deciding to engage her in conversation. The silence was giving him a hard-on. "So I haven't seen you around much lately."
"Yeah, I know," she kind of shrugged and took another sip.
"Brandy's been out a lot with Hart." Greg looked at her and set down his glass.
She nodded and looked out the window. "Yeah, she really likes him." She looked at Greg," I guess since she has a boyfriend, and I don't, we really don't have too much to talk about."
He was surprised by her bitterness and even more taken back by the way her eyes began to water. She missed her best friend. "Well, he's an asshole," he said abruptly.
Lacy was shocked, but she couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "Totally," she agreed.
"You're too smart to go out with a prick like that, I was hoping you'd talk some sense into her." He smiled. "You must get guys like that hitting on you all the time, after all."
Lacy blushed, "no, not really."
"A beautiful girl like you?" He laughed, "come on, stop pulling my leg!"
"But I'm not," she was still blushing. She had had a crush on Brandy's dad since she was fourteen, and now he was calling her beautiful. Her heart was pounding in her chest, "You think I'm beautiful."
"Gorgeous," he grinned.
"How gorgeous?" She was giggling, what was she doing?
He blushed this time; "you're the prettiest girl I know."
Lacy smiled and stood up. She walked around the table and sat down in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a big affectionate kiss on the cheek, "thanks Greg." She smiled, "you've made my day." She was about the bounce up again when she felt the bulge in his pants pressing against her thigh. He had a hard-on!
Greg had turned the shade of deep crimson, how embarrassing! He hadn't expected her to sit in his lap, but there she was.
"It's okay," she said quietly, still sitting in his lap. "I like you too."
Greg inhaled sharply, but did she like him the way he liked her? "Yeah?" He managed to say.
"Yeah, I like you a lot," she said huskily, emphasizing the 'a lot.' She looked him in the eye for a moment before she pressed her lips against his in a sloppy kiss.
Greg started to kiss her back, but then pulled away, "this is wrong."
She looked at him blankly and replied, "no it's not." She cocked her head to the side and kissed him again, "I like you, you like me, it's simple."
He let her kiss him again before he brushed her hair behind her ear. "You sure?"
She smiled and kissed him. "Absolutely." She moved her leg so she was straddling him. She wrapped her arms around him again and they locked in a series of deep passionate kisses.
Greg moved his hands to her back and then down to her butt, kneading her firm ass cheeks in his hands. He dipped his fingers below the waist of her shorts and traced them over the back of her thong undies. He left her mouth and started to kiss her chin and then down the side of her smooth fragrant neck. He pushed one hand up the back of her t-shirt, feeling her soft young skin. One hand traveled to her melon-sized breasts. His other hand soon joined and he began to massage her ample tits. Her nipples were so hard it drove him wild.
She pulled back from his kisses and grinned. Slowly she pulled the t-shirt over her head, tossing it into the kitchen. She ran her hands down over her tits and tweaked her nipples, "you like?"
Greg smiled broadly and eagerly greeted her deliciously taut nipples. He suckled on them and swept his hot tongue over the tight orbs, eliciting moans of pleasure from her wet lips.
"Mmm," she moaned. She placed her hands on the back of his head, easing him forward. No one had ever paid so much attention to her nipples and it felt incredible; she didn't want it to end.
He continued to rub and tease her tits until he felt he couldn't hold out any longer. He had longed to see her suck his fat cock for as long as he could remember. The thought was impossible to vanquish once it had invaded his mind. "Please Lacy?" He moaned as he pulled her close enough to give her a hot kiss. "Please suck my cock baby."
She smiled at him and slid down off his tented lap onto the cool Mexican tile floor. She unbuttoned the few bottom buttons of his shirt and undid his pants. She unzipped slowly, letting the bulge of silk boxer cascade out of his fly. "Wow," she said softly as she moved closer. She laid he hand on top of it, feeling the hot throbbing sensations that had been culminating below her during their make-out session. She pulled down the boxers, and his fat eight-inch cock sprang forward.
He was completely shaven, and the smooth feeling of soft skin on skin made both of them shudder.
"Yesss," he moaned as she began to work her hand up and down his shaft. Each time she reached the top of his dick, squeezing gently, a fat drop of precum slid out of his hole.
She looked up at him; his head was thrown back. She stuck her tongue out and licked it, he shivered. Lacy let his cockhead rub against the top of her mouth before she devoted all her ingenuity to cramming all eight inches of him down her throat. She was afraid she might not be able to, his cock was so damn fat. They were both pleased moments later when she was able to take all of him in her mouth.
Greg couldn't believe his luck; he had the girl of his dreams giving him the best blowjob of his entire life. He could only watch her go down on him for a few seconds before he had to throw back his head and stare at the ceiling. He had to last long enough to fuck her, and that was all that mattered.
A minute or two later Greg eased her off his dick and made her stand up. He unbuttoned her shorts and slid both them and the thong off in one ardent sweep. He put his hands on her white hips and pulled them toward him.
Lacy's pussy was shaved as well, she couldn't stand it any other way, and Greg could only imagine the divine pleasure he would experience within her delicately wet pussy lips. He grabbed his dick and positioned it against her pussy, rubbing it against her hot swollen clit.
She moaned loudly and pushed her hips forward.
"Easy girl," he said between labored breaths. He couldn't believe he had her this eager to fuck. He pulled her closer and let his fat cockhead slide into her tight hot vagina. He began to push up, sliding farther and farther into her slick virgin-esque pussy.
"Oh yeah," she moaned. "Come on Greg, fuck me good!"
He thrust forward and felt himself disappear into her steamy folds. "Yes, oh yeah."
She bucked against him and they fucked like mad, humping and thrusting. Lust clouded their eyes and they felt themselves losing reality in a thick foggy pleasure.
She came hard, her pussy gripping his cock feverishly.
It was almost too much for him. "I'm going to cum," he moaned. He pulled out of her and stood up, pumping his steaming cock the entire time.
She grabbed his cock and plunged it back into her throat, milking it wildly; she wanted his cum. The first wave came almost unexpectedly, shooting down her throat faster than she could swallow it. When she thought she might choke she continued to pump his hot sticky cum onto her glistening tits. He smiled down at her as she emptied him and rubbed his juices into her young firm tits.
When Lacy was done she stood up and kissed him. "Thank you," she whispered.
"Oh no, it was my pleasure," he smiled. He heard a car door slam and he made a dash for his clothes. They were both dressed by the time Brandy walked into the house with tears streaming down her face.
"Hart was cheating on me! The whole time!" She blubbered, "I'm so glad you're here Lacy." She threw her arms around Lacy and cried.
"Let's go upstairs," Lacy said soothingly. She led Brandy up the steps, looking over her shoulder at Greg who blew her a kiss.
His hand was in his pocket gripping Lacy's thong. Sure, he was concerned for his daughter, but he knew that Lacy would be a better listener than he could ever hope to be. Besides, Brandy's breakup meant one good thing: he'd get to see Lacy 'a lot' more from now on.
praise during cnc is fucking elite. like yes pls tell me im a good girl for staying still even though you forced me down until i stopped fighting back
Itâs been tense in your household for the past few years, but lately it seems to be even worse. Your mum and dad donât argue anymore, but they only ever speak to each other out of necessity. Specifically, your mum tends to ignore your dad outright, making things awkward when youâre in the same room.
âI have a work function tonight, so Iâll be home late,â your dad tells you, looking tired around the eyes.
âOkay, Iâll see you later then,â you smile at him, hoping that they wonât keep him as late as last time. He smiles at you in return and you hear as he walks down the hall promptly followed by the front door opening and closing.
âHoney,â Your mum calls out as she walks into the living room, âwould you mind swapping over to the guest room tonight?â
Frowning at her, you shrug, âI mean I guess so. Can I ask why?â
dad who turns his daughter into a complete sex addict!!! always rubbing or humping or stuffing something up her tiny holes, pawing at papaâs cock whenever heâs home just begging to be fucked cause nothin makes her feel as good as when papa fucks her braindead on his adult cock đ”âđ«
(while being raped) so am i your favorite victim so far? like would you say youâre having a lot of fun right now?
blinks my eyelashes rly pretty and cute at u . hiii do i inspire feelings of violence ??
fun sub experiment: pretend not to understand what theyâre doing to you so you can find out if theyâll educate you in excruciating detail or gaslight you into believing itâs something innocuous
call me cliche but iâll fall for a âyouâre too little for thatâ every time
âjust the tipâ that turns into âitâs not my fault youâre so tight youâre sucking me in even deeperâ
Something so sexy about being trapped under someone much bigger as their cock grows hard and they fumble to get it into the nearest hole while I have no hope of escape
"it's cute you thought you had a choice"
oh, ok đ”âđ«
fake safeword that is actually an escalation word
pov you're a kid going back to your classroom after hours because you forgot something, and catch your teacher jerking off
(ageplay, cnc and coersion, guided masturbation, p in v sex)
the little difference between "daddy" and "dad" ???
people have definitely talked about this before but fuck. "daddy" is fun. it's teasing, it's safe. some people dislike it, and that's fine. it's not for them.
but "dad" ? an older man between my legs, playing with me, and i whine without thinking, "oh fuck dad, right there." he hesitates to a full stop, fingers fluttering against my cunt, and my face flushes red. i start stuttering out apologizes, saying it was a mistake, that the word caught in my throat, that i meant to say daddy.
and he shushes me all gently, continuing to rub at my clit, saying something about, "it's okay, baby. you want dad to make you feel good ?" and my legs are spread in front of him so he can watch my cunt clench at his words. and i'd whine and shake my head in denial, and he'd tsk and roll my clit between his fingers, watching my back arch and hips try to buck against his hand. "you shouldn't lie to your dad, baby. i'd hate to have to punish you."
and i'd cum far too quickly compared to normal, as if to solidify proof in what i liked. and he'd start making me call him "dad" all the time. he'd wait until i said it in front of people before shoving his tongue down my throat and reaching around to grip my ass in his hand.