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@desperate-whore-bb
hello!
i thought that maybe i should do a little introductory post!
about me:
• my name is lee
• i’m 21!
•pronouns are she/her
•bisexual
•switch (mostly submissive)
•single
please for the love of god DO NOT interact if you are under 18
i post cnc content! just a heads up!
my asks are open, so feel free to send me messages or chats- i don’t respond to dm’s often
i’ll block you if you’re being weird 🫶🏼💗😁
Okay but what if you held me down while someone else fucked me? What if I screamed and cried and begged you to let me go while you murmured words of praise? What if you told me how good I was taking it, how good I must feel for the other person? What if you stroked my hair and kissed my tearstained cheeks while you kept me pinned and helpless?
I loved this idea so much I wrote 4.6k words.
I'm going to fuck that nerd
@owned-deadlynightshade A good girl suffering for my pleasure. Again, I feel compelled to point out that this was consensual. Some women just know their place.
The sounds of moaning vs groaning.. :)
“Please don’t” is the hottest thing a woman can say.
this is the hottest audio i’ve ever heard
Omg. i would love to please a Man this much right now ❤️❤️❤️
i like my women talkative. please, talk me through it. make my cheeks bright red from your words.
“fuck. so hungry… you’re practically swallowing my fingers baby. you’ve been aching for it, haven’t you?”
“aww, does someone like mommy’s chest? mmh, that’s right honey, i’m all yours. put your adorable little face between my tits all you want.”
“can you hold my free hand? oh my poor baby… of course. such a nice way of asking. such good manners. my polite girl, mommy loves you so much.”
“your face is buried in my chest but it still can’t quiet you down. ohh such a loud, messy girl you are…”
“looks like you’re enjoying yourself a little too much, considering how you can’t even hold your hips in place. oh sweetie, yes… i can tell. i can tell it feels good.”
“so cute. maybe even cuter cumming for mommy, hmm? go ahead, my girl. let it all out. cum for me.”
oh please. PLEASEEE.
drinking again ✨
tell me how you’d force liquor into me and abuse my whore body
Mm, fuck. If I saw you getting drunk at a party that would be it, game over, your whole night’s about getting fucked now. As soon as I ripped your pants down and threw you over the arm of the nearest couch, everyone would be in on it. Doesn’t take much to spot a tipsy slut begging for cock.
I’d fuck you like that, shoving your face down into the cushions so you could scream and beg as I forced my big fat cock into your tight little asshole and reamed it open. Then the next guy, shoving it in with just my come to slick you up. Then the next guy. Then the next. Stretching you out and filling you up with come.
We’d get you all fucked up, your asshole red and stretched and sloppy and painful. But that’s not enough. So I’d grab a bottle of beer and shove the neck of it into your hole. I’d fuck you with it, back and forth, making you squirm as the beer chugged into your rectum. Would you cry even harder as you felt it filling you up? Gurgling into your guts?
I’d fill you up so deep you were crying from the pain and cramping. Three beers, four– however many it takes to push you from drunk to trashed. Three guys holding you head down, ass up so you couldn’t get the bottle out of your asshole– all while other men fucked your whore mouth, of course.
No booze down your throat. It’s faster to get you drunk by making you take it through your bowels. And more painful. And humiliating.
When your colon was bloated full of booze, I’d push the last bottle deep. Shove that swelling bottleneck against your hole– stretch it wider and wider– force it in, in all the way, splitting you wide open. Make you scream and fight the massive stretch.
Your hole would gape, abused and red, when I pulled it out. Then I’d flip it around and force it in big end first.
I’d make you take the whole thick, hard bottle, all the way down until your poor hole closed tight around the narrowing neck, desperate not to be stretched so far. It would sit like steel inside you, thick and rigid and filling your whole rectum. And it would stay stuck in you, knotted like a dog, plugging the booze inside your bloated guts.
We’d flip you over and rape your pussy. Maybe we’d rub your clit, but only by accident, when some guy was grinding hard on you with his cock jammed in balls deep. You’d cry and squirm and struggle, trying to beg but unable to talk while gagging on dick. Getting raped on both ends by drunk horny men just using you as a fleshlight to bounce between their aching cocks.
You would be fucking tight, crammed full by the pressure of the beer in your colon and the bottle plugging you up. No matter how many massive cocks pounded you into a dripping mess, you’d stay tight. When your bladder filled up from your earlier drinks, you’d get even tighter. Even more desperate for release.
And it would get worse and worse, the booze sloshing back and forth inside you as you get endlessly dicked. The nausea and dizziness and slurring and weakness increasing as the alcohol soaks in.
We’d give you something else to drink, too. After I had face-fucked you for the third time, I’d hold my cock down your throat. Let my bladder release and loose all that beer piss directly down your esophagus. Pour it right into your stomach, feeling your throat convulsing and gagging around my dick the whole time.
We’d make you drink piss and cum until your stomach was fit to burst, until you couldn’t take it anymore. Until every thrust of a cockhead down your throat made you heave and gag up sick. You’d be so drunk that you’d be incoherent, eyes rolling, drooling and dripping cum.
I’d drag you to the bathroom, toss you in the tub and pull out the bottle plugging your ass. Let you lie there quivering and pissing and moaning in relief.
Then I’d pull you back out into the party and see who wanted to try stuffing two cocks at a time up your ruined slut ass.
hey so was no one gonna tell me that eating pussy feels like worshipping something holy? bc omg. the moans, the gasps, the grasping of hips and pulling of my hair, the roughness of public hair grinding against my face, the wetness running down my chin, the thighs squeezing my cheeks and slowly being unable to breathe.... I sure never felt religious in church but I definitely do when my face is buried between their thighs.
dni if older than 27. I block liberally
the holy trinity:
spit, cum, and tears
source:twitter
horny girls staying up way past their bedtime. scrolling through tumblr, getting off to the dirtiest things and wishing someone would just break into their room and fuck them to sleep. all while knowing they have to get up early for work or school
im just a sweet little bunny princess angel darling baby
I'm about to say something really unhinged but imagine if like all seating in public places (benches, restaurant chairs, university classroom desks, public transportation, etc.) were divided between male and female seats and this was strictly enforced. Now imagine that every seat designated for females had some type of phallic, dildo-like object fixed on where she has to sit. The protruding objects would come in a huge variety of shapes and sizes, from 2 inches tall and 1 inch around to 10 inches long with a 4 inch girth. Some are smooth, some are ribbed, some are curved, some have bulbous heads, some have bumps, etc! And every time a female went somewhere where she would have to sit, she would have to move her skirt to the side and sit on the object, as that's the rules of polite society. ❤️
Shy girls attending uni would scramble on the first day of classes to pick their seat first to ensure they don't get stuck sitting on the 10-inch hammer for the rest of the year.
Women squirming in movie theater seats during exciting movies, or crying out during horror films in such a way that you're not sure if it was the jumpscare or something else.
A sweet looking girl on the subway trying not to cry because she was late this morning and the phallus in the only seat left was bigger than she's used to and the vibrations from the car are making it feel sooo good.
Imagine sitting across a girl on a first date in a restaurant. She arrived and sat before you did so didn't see what was in her chair and your mind is going wild imagining what kind of object is filling your date right across from you. The date goes well and as the night goes on and the flirting gets heavier you can notice her slowly rocking her hips and her breathing get uneven and you get to decide if you want to take her away from there or let her sit and stay and unravel deliciously here in front of everyone.
Imagine? ❤️
ruining the vibe when my dom says "cum for me baby" by replying with "on it boss"
Content warning: rape/noncon. This is 100% fantasy, real rape is abhorrent. Minors do not interact.
Imagine being taken. You knew that shortcut was a bad idea, but it was cold out, you were ready to get home - and as soon as the first man's arms wrapped around your own arms and waist, and your kicks didn't connect, you instantly knew home was so much further away. When the second man grabbed your legs to help his friend, laughing, your panic clouded your mind to all other thoughts. All you could do was fight, and feel. Feel all your punches and kicks miss. Feel hands on your arms, chest, thighs, ass. Over your mouth to silence your screams. More than four hands, too many to keep track of as they started ripping off your clothes. Hands directly on your skin, and jeering laughter in your ears, your arms and legs spread wide open. Cold rough ground under your exposed body. And movement between your thighs.
As your awareness came back and your situation sank in, you realized the movement inside you was a man's fingers, and they were wet. The men were laughing, each sitting on a different limb of yours in this alleyway, joking with each other over their "catch." The man fingering you saw you trying to get ahold of your situation and interrupted his conversation with his friends. "Hey, look who's decided to participate!" He held up a permanent marker in his other hand, and continued in a sickening singsong voice, "We're going to have fun with you..."
He laid down directly on top of you, hips between your legs, arms on either side, letting his full weight suddenly hit you and make you cry out. He started grinding his still clothed cock against your bare pussy, simulating sex with you and grunting exaggeratedly while his friends cheered him on, one of them recording on his phone, because you weren't even strong enough for him to need two hands. He grinned in your face, grabbed you by your hair on the ground with one hand, and held your head still to write something across your forehead with the marker while you cried. Four letters.
"There. A properly labeled slut."
He let go and sat up, kneeling between your legs. Your humiliation gave way to new dread as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. You started struggling again, only succeeding in brushing against some of the other guys' cocks as they still sat on you. You felt how hard they all were. Before you could prepare yourself, the first man slammed his cock all the way inside you and bit down on your neck.
You let out a cry of surprise that sounded too much like a moan. The other guys snickered some, but their sounds were no longer going to muffle your own. They wanted to see and hear you get raped, wanted to hear your responses, and they were each going to get off to it until your pussy could be theirs next. The man inside you grabbed your hips and started fucking you onto his cock at a brutal pace immediately, sitting up so his cock hit you perfectly with every thrust, and you had no time or ability to change the moans of instinctive pleasure getting forced out of you. Your mind was turning off, the sensations all you could focus on -
And then he stopped cold. Your pussy needed more, you were close, you were humping your hips up and down on his cock and grinding your pussy down onto him. His hands were digging into your hips pulling you tighter, and you were so close, it felt so good -
He let go of you at the same second that thought kicked you back to reality. Your hips hit the ground. You hadn't cum yet, you were horrified to feel your pussy still craving your rapist's cock, but even worse was the thick liquid dripping out of your used cunt. He had just cum inside you, and you had let him, even helped him. You felt sick, looking into his grinning face. He had the marker again. You felt the cock you helped please drag across your body as he leaned forward, held you by your throat, and wrote something longer across your chest. Once he was done, he pulled your head up by your hair to see it: "filthy breeding rapeslut." He spanked your pussy sharply once, making you jump and yelp, and roughly fingered his cum back into you while deciding who to switch with.
He traded places with the guy at your left foot, and didn't stop fingering you until the last second. You couldn't manage to fight with that one freed leg in that time, and you couldn't help but be turned on again by the time the second guy positioned himself in front of your helpless holes. His face was cruel and his cock was hard, but he pulled your hips up on his lap and spent a minute rubbing his cock over your wet pussy and clit, looking down at you like you were a toy he still had to build.
You had already started humping his cock back automatically, even as you'd told yourself you wouldn't humiliate yourself like that again. He rubbed your clit under his cock as well until you were gasping, shaking for him, not coming yet - he let up every time you were close - all while he still had that unsettling, infuriating look of examining you. You heard yourself moaning again but couldn't stop. He switched hands on your clit and grabbed the marker, slowly writing things all over your chest, stomach, and thighs, in between edging you. One of the other guys complained about how long he was taking, and you distantly heard him tell them to be patient.
Your mind was in a haze. Your pussy was dripping shamelessly on him and he had to keep stopping to hold your hips down. You moaned in unfocused complaint when he finally pulled away from you, but sighed in relief to feel his fingers in your cunt. He pumped them into you a few times, and must have told the other guys to let go of your arms and legs, because you were finally able to bring your own hand to your clit. He allowed you to. He ran his other hand up your body, withdrew his wet fingers from your cunt and finally, finally, pressed his cock inside you, stretching you out. Your eyes rolled back at how good he felt. He placed his fingers at your lips, wet with your own slick, and you sucked them without question.
"Look at me." He said. The words filtered through your mind slowly, he wasn't moving his cock yet. "Look at me. I'm going to give you two minutes. You can cum, you can do anything you want. Understand?" You nodded, heart beating faster and cunt already clenching down on his cock. "The only thing is, to earn it, you have to say each thing I've written."
You looked down to see all the things written on you. "Cockwhore." "Free use." "Alley slut." "Cum dumpster." Your pussy only got wetter. You were still rubbing your clit as you gave in and began to repeat them back."I'm... a cockwhore. I'm a c-cum dumpster-" you stuttered a bit, not used to the vulgarity.
He stopped you. Somehow, the cruelty you saw before was gone. "Hey, remember, this is rape. We're making you do this. It's okay to like it. It's okay to go along with it. Because you have to, right?" You took a breath and nodded.
"I'm a free use slut. I'm an alley whore." You decided to go one step further and said the writing the first man gave you as well. "I'm a filthy breeding rapeslut." You knew your face was red at this point but your fingers were bringing your pussy so close, and you found yourself looking for his approval.
You got it. He laid flat on the ground and pulled you on top of him, riding his cock. He planted his feet to lean you back. "Go," he said, and you'd never heard a better word. You rubbed your clit, riding his cock at the perfect angle, as he was stroking your hips and legs. You were completely unrestrained, fucking him like a whore in this alley, and you didn't care about any of the other men jerking off further away from you. You let them watch, you wanted them to watch - show them what this alley slut can do when they actually treat you well. You bounced on his cock like you've never done for anyone, bringing his hands to your body and willing yourself to cum. And finally, incredibly, you felt all the stress and tension and anticipation release, and you were cumming while still riding him through it, and he was flipping you both over to pound into you and it felt so good. And your arms and legs were restrained again -
You looked up into his face and the cruelty was back. He laughed mockingly at you with his cock still fucking your now increasingly overstimulated cunt. "You know -" he said, between hard thrusts, that suddenly hurt worse than before, "you were just given - complete - freedom." He fucked you however he wanted while waiting for your brain to catch up. "You didn't have anyone holding you down. Did you?"
You felt the horror creep over you at the dawning realization of the chance you just gave up. You saw him see it, and he used your expression of horror and hopelessness and shame to make himself cum, raping it into your cunt. You were suddenly hyperaware of the stretch in your cunt that you didn't want before, all the writing on you that you had just said and agreed with, your unsalvageable clothes in scraps around you, the man on the side still filming every move you've made.
"I really thought you'd use those two minutes to escape, but that's not really what you want anymore, is it?"
You tried to prove him wrong, fight your way out again, but you were exhausted now from your orgasm and your alley slut performance. All you managed was to drip some of his cum before the next man lined up with your captured cunt, ready to fuck you all night.
