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I want to rape you in a nearly empty movie theater when you're on a date with your gf. You two are watching some popcorn flick, sitting right in front of me. Your combined perfume drives me wild, so I move into your row.

Soon I'm groping you with one hand while forcing my thumb in your mouth. You resisted at first, but when I pinch your nipples hard, you scream -- or at least you would if I hadn't fully covered your mouth with my hand. I pull up your t-shirt, whispering that only sluts with tits like these don't wear bras. I grab one of your hands and put it on my bulge. You're already into it by now, but it's not like you could get away anyways. But I can tell you want this rapecock. I whisper that you should start rubbing your gf's thighs.

Until now your gf didn't even notice, she was so engrossed in the movie. Now she looks over and you've left your seat. I'm balls-deep in your throat as you kneel in front of me. Your gf soaks her panties at the porn happening right in front of her, too shocked to object, so I invite her to take her panties off and stuff them in your mouth as I pull you up.

I lift your skirt up and pull your panties to the side and impale you on my cock facing away so I can really appreciate your ass. I tell your gf to get down there and lick us both. I've been thrusting for a while and I can tell you're a rapewhore who wants this even more than I do, so I stop and I tell you to ride me instead. I even let go of your hips and put my hands behind my head. You lift up, your pussy walls dragging along my cock, and then you drop back down hard and start to really ride me. Your girlfriend's makeup is smudged af as she rubs her face on your cunt and my balls, but she's so desperate to be a part of your first threesome, your first public fuck, your first rape… your first breeding.

You come as you feel me cumming deep in your unprotected pussy, and then fall to pieces, so I gently lift you off, putting you back onto your seat, and tell your gf to hop on.

She can't resist licking me clean before getting on top of me to ride, face to face. I force a kiss, then spit in your gf's mouth before telling her to french kiss you while I fuck her. I spin her around and tell her to finger your cunt, full of my cum. Soon I'm fucking her so hard she can't do anything but hang on to the row of seats in front of us. This fuck takes a bit longer, but we're still done in time to get out before the credits start. You two invite me home for a second round. I say I'd love to, but first I want to know your names.

Screaming, giggling, kicking my feet etc. etc.

[kxsalt]

The Mansion. Her slender finger hovers over the doorbell. Faint sounds of a party waft out from the massive home. Taking a deep breath, she rings the bell and waits. Within a minute the door opens, turning up the volume of the event inside. The girl quivers as her host greets her.

“Hello, welcome! First time here, right?” The older man gently guides her inside and takes her jacket. She squeezes her thighs together when his hand brushes her shoulder. Craning her neck, the girl looks further into the house. A few other guests are visible through a doorway. She sees a woman in lingerie, a man wraps his arm around her waist.

“Have you ever been to an orgy before?” His soft voice makes her blush. The girl stares up at him as he leads her into the home. When he looks back, she glances down at the ground. “Uh… no… hope that’s okay…” She gulps, feeling embarrassed and strangely guilty. “Of course! It’s actually a bit quiet tonight, good for a newcomer. I’ll give you the tour and let you get settled.”

Entering into a large central room, her eyes widen. The crowd of a few dozen could be mistaken for a strange house party. People chatter and enjoy refreshments. The only hint is their dress. A man in only his underwear. A woman in a collar. Another in a see-through shirt. “People just chat here, get to know each other, find who they want to play with. Everyone’s very friendly. Let’s go a little further…”

One of the guests stops her host to ask a question. The girl watches a man click a leash onto the woman’s collar. She feels the host touch her arm and lets out a surprised squeak. “…I need to go take care of something, is it okay if my wife finishes your tour?” His calming voice soothes the nervous girl. “…your… wife…? Uh… oh. Yeah…?” He introduces her to the beautiful woman in the see-through shirt.

“I’m so excited for you! You’re going to have so much fun. The first time is something special.” His wife leads her down a hallway. The girl’s ears burn. Another large central room. The lighting is warm and low. Couches and beds are tastefully laid out around the room. “This is where most people have sex.” The woman explains casually. The girl watches the collared lady giving head. A blindfolded woman is spread out on a bed. Three men fondle a girl in the corner.

“Come sit, relax.” Her hostess eases into a couch and pats the seat next to her. The new girl stares at a couple standing in the middle of the room, fucking each other senseless. She lets herself exhale as she sinks into the couch. “It’s a lot, I know. Down there are the more private rooms, if you prefer…” The woman coos at the stunned girl. “If you want to do a CNC thing, we do ask that you keep it to one of those rooms.”

“You know, since it’s your first time – we want you to have fun. If there’s something in particular you want to do, someone who caught your eye, I’d be happy to arrange it for you.” The girl snaps her gaze away from the couple, to the woman, and down to the floor. “I dunno… feels like a weird thing to ask you for…?” She kicks her feet awkwardly.

“Nothing’s weird here, sweetie.”

The newcomer picks at her nails. She can’t look at the woman, or any of the other guests. Her face turns hot pink as she stares into the middle distance. The hostess waits patiently as the girl unties her tongue.

“Your… husband… seeeeems… uhhh… nice…” She feels like she’s about to die.

The woman laughs. “Of course! That’s why I married him.” A warm pat on the nervous girl’s thigh. “I’ll go find him.” The hostess stands and disappears into the writhing crowd. “Wait! Was it okay that I asked that? I don’t want to be any trouble!” She’s already gone. The girl sorts through her panic attack alone on the couch.

A few minutes go by. A young couple about her age passes by the flustered girl. “Wanna be our third?” The boy asks bluntly. She stares at them, terrified. “Uh… I’m waiting for someone…” The other young lady grins at her. “We’ll be in that private room over there if you’re free later.” She nods politely. The couple leads each other off to one of the rooms.

“Hello miss, settling in okay?” That soft voice makes her pussy tingle. Fawning, she gawks at her host. “Yeah… did your, uh, wife… talk to you…?” He chuckles and sits down on the couch next to her.

His lips press into hers. She feels his stubble scratch against her cheek. The girl moans into his neck as his hands stroke along her body. Bold and confident, he gropes her chest. “Yes, she told me you wanted to play.” The man answers finally. She’s still nervous. “Is that okay…? It’s not weird?” His hands grip her ass and pull her in close. “Nothing unusual about it, darling.”

Darling. She pounces on top of him, grinding her pussy against his crotch as she kisses the older man. He strips her as they kiss. The girl fumbles with his belt. Spying a bowl of condoms next to the couch, the newcomer crawls over to it to retrieve one. His fingers rub at her crotch. She picks out a condom as her panties get pulled down her legs. He kneels behind the bent over girl as she passes it to him.

“You’ll want to grab one of the purple ones.” The man explains politely, handing it back to her. Confused, she searches through the bowl. Her pussy drips. Reading the purple packaging, her head spins as she passes the large-sized condom to her host. The girl looks down between her legs as he stretches the latex over his thick, heavy cock.

“Want me to lick you f…” She cuts him off, spreading herself for him. “No, I’m wet. Put it in.” Like diving into cold water, the girl needs an end to the anticipation. A firm hand rests on her ribs. The other hand guides his cock into her tight hole. One good push, and he sinks inside of the whimpering girl.

Holding the kneeling young lady, the man gently rocks his hips back and forth. Each push in makes her twitch. Each pull out makes her moan. “I’ll go nice and slow… don’t worry…” His soothing voice whispers into her ear. “Noo…” The girl protests. “I can take it. I can take it. I can take it…” He holds her by her tits and pussy, keeping an easy pace as he stretches her out. “I don’t want to mess you up too early… I think you’ll be having a long night.”

The experienced man guides the girl. He holds her hips to keep her from bucking too fast. He spits on his fingers and rubs them on her pussy and his cock. He strokes her back and reminds her to breathe. She’s on the brink of cumming after only a short while. The girl opens her eyes, watching a man stroke his cock. She kisses her host as he ruts into her. Looking back at the masturbating man, it dawns on her.

He's jacking off to me. The girl’s toes curl. Her butt smacks against the older man’s hips. She grinds and moans and twitches as she cums on his cock. The sounds of her orgasm are lost in the crowd. Her face is lit up with a goofy grin. Looking up again, her voyeur is gone. A woman leans over the couch, looking down at her.

“Hi! You’re new here, right?” The woman’s friendly greeting wouldn’t be amiss at a barbeque or a block party. Her tone doesn’t acknowledge the massive cock pounding into the girl’s cunt. She gasps out a reply. “Yeah… ah… first orgy… never fucked like this before… ah…” The woman is warm and polite. “Welcome! Glad you’re having fun…” Her host’s pace quickens, his cock throbbing inside of her.

“If you’re interested, I’m trying to practice shibari… Can I tie you up when you have a moment?” The man isn’t so soft and gentle now. Close to cumming, he holds her hair and shoulder as he thrusts hard into the new girl. “Yes, fuck, yes, fuck, yes… oh god…” She whines. “Okay, come talk to me when you’re ready.” The girl can only nod and beg. “Yes, fuck, oh god, yes… I will…” The woman watches the couple cum together before leaving them to relax.

The man groans as he eases his cock out of her. She stares at him as he slips the full condom off. The girl can’t stop smiling. “So fucking hot…” She mumbles into the couch cushions. “Yeah, you did great… definitely going to get a lot of attention tonight.” He gives her a sweet kiss. Her hand rests on his thick, sticky cock.

“Gonna go get tied up now?” The host asks as he affectionately rubs her pussy. “Hmm… I think I wanna go do… something else, first.” The girl is slightly embarrassed again, coming down from her high. She wobbles slightly as she stands up. “Thanks for… breaking the ice…” He gives her a smack on the ass as he sends her on her way. “My pleasure, go have fun. I’ll put your clothes in a cubby.”

The naked girl weaves through the crowd. Finding the private rooms, she peeks inside. Four men hold down a woman. She play-fights as they cover her mouth and force themselves inside her. The girl makes a mental note for when she’s tied up later. Checking a few more rooms, her imagination runs wild. Finally, she finds what she was searching for.

The young couple from earlier sprawls out on the bed. The boy’s head is between his girlfriend’s thighs, licking her. The young woman’s eyes light up when she sees their guest. “Ah! You came! Come in!” Approaching cautiously, the girl tries to not come on too strong. “…Can I sit on the bed?” She asks carefully. “You can sit on my face…” The trio laugh as the new girl climbs onto the mattress.

[your-internet-bf]

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."

[spiralsdrop]

This is a hypnosis story I've always loved:

“My friends and I were at a bar across town. It was dark, a little loud, underground, with dim red lights and drinks that cost too much. But there were lots of plush little booths and we managed to snag ourselves a corner, so we sat and got deep into drinking and chatting.

After an hour or so, there was a big commotion going on in one corner with people falling around laughing. Before we saw what was going on, everyone involved had stumbled away hooting and giggling. But my friend Rachel leads me over and there’s this young guy kind of holding court.

“What’s going on?” Rachel asks, over the music.

“Oh, I’m hypnotising people,” he says, casually, like people do that all the time.

“For real? You’re a hypnotist?”

“Yes I am,” he says.

Rachel thinks this is hysterical. I think it sounds ridiculous.

“We should dooooooo this!” she says, waving over the two other friends we’re out with.

“Should we?”

“We should! YOU should.”

“I don’t think so,” I say, but she’s already tugging on this guy’s arm… and pushing me towards him.

“Hypnotise Emma!”

“Yeah?”

“She REALLY wants to!”

He looks at me.

“Do you want to?”

“Uh, I’m pretty sure I’m un-hypnotisable.”

“Well,” he says. “Wanna find out?”

“You can try,” I say. I’m smirking a little bit. Silly me.

“Well, OK then. Here, take a seat.”

Like I said, I thought it was ridiculous.

There are two small wooden chairs facing each other and I sit in one. I smooth down the short, tight little dress I’m wearing. He – neat grey t-shirt, jeans, a tattoo of swirling black lines, like a soundwave, on one arm, a mischievous sparkle in his deep brown eyes, like someone who’s just had a sinfully good idea – sits on the other one, pulls it closer so our knees are almost touching. I’m a little nervous… but determined not to let it show.

“OK,” he says. He takes my arms and places them on the arm of my chair, palms up. He holds my hands with his and gives them a reassuring squeeze.

“You OK?”

“I’m fine.”

“This is going to be fun, OK?”

“Well, if you say so.”

Three of my friends are now gathered watching us. I hear Rachel say “I bet she thinks she’s a chicken five minutes from now.”

He lets go of my hands and wraps his gently around my wrists, his thumb on each, like he’s taking my pulse. He starts talking to me low and urgently, looking into my eyes warmly.

“So what’s your name?”

“Emma.”

“Where are we?”

“A bar.”

“What colour are the lights here?”

“Red.”

“Only red?”

“Some white.”

“What’s your name again?”

“Emma.”

”OK, Emma. We’re good.”

His thumbs are tracing circles on my skin.

His questions became… rhetorical. Think of my feet on the floor. Were they heavy? Did it feel good to just rest them there? Doesn’t it feel warm? Isn’t the chair comfortable?

It did feel comfortable. It felt like the second when an elevator stops descending and you’re that little bit heavier. I felt warm like sinking into a fresh bath. He put his hand on my bare shoulder. It felt solid and good.

Didn’t I feel calm? Isn’t it nice? Try closing my eyes. Keep listening to his voice. Even raised over the music is voice, is like a heavy blanket on a lazy Sunday. His hand slides to rest under my hair, on the back of my neck. Weren’t my wrists relaxed? Like they could rest on the arms of the chair forever. His other hand taps out a rhythm on my knee. Calm like warm sunshine on my skin. The sounds around me drift off into a dull hubbub. This was more relaxing than I th…

…I open my eyes and time has jumped just a little. Maybe it’s a few seconds later – or a few minutes? Which was weird. But it can’t have been long. My friends were all still there. And I still felt good. Calm. Nice. The rest of the world feels a little muffled, like the air is thicker.

“All awake, Emma?”

I nod.

“How do you feel?”

“I feel… fine.”

“That’s good.”

He rested his fingertips on my wrists and… oh.

“How does that feel?”

For some reason, it felt SO good. It was like one of those feelings that ran all through your body, like the feeling I get when my neck is being kissed, or my nipples are teased, or having ‘good girl’ growled quietly in my ear.

“It feels good,” I murmured. I was still sort of sleepy.

His fingertips started running slowly up and down my wrists, from my up-turned palms to the crook of my elbow. It was like the sexiest teasing I’d ever felt. Tingles rushed up to my shoulders and through my chest. I could feel my nipples getting hard under my dress.

“Do you like the way it feels?”

I nodded. The tingling was spreading through my tummy and between my legs. I was calm and floaty and burningly turned on all at once. He pulled his hands away. I bit my lip in frustration.

“More?”

“Yeah.”

He picked up his chair and moved it. I felt him sit down behind me. He leaned in close and whispered “Close your eyes…” into my ear. I did what I was told.

The moment his hands touched my back I gasped like lightning ran down my spine to my crotch. Every tiny hair on my neck stood up in reaction to his touch.

“Fuck.”

Each stroke of my shoulder blades felt like being stroked… everywhere, all at once. My clit was getting harder and more sensitive with each rub. My underwear felt hot and wet. I could barely control my breathing.

His hands slid over my shoulders and teasingly over my upper arms. It was like ecstasy. Just the fabric of my underwear against my clit was delicious. I slid my ass against the wooden chair instinctively trying to find some friction or relief. As he blew gently on the back of my neck I leaned back and spread my legs in the confused hope of being touched. I fucking ached with pleasure.

“It’s such a strong feeling,” he murmured in my ear, “when you think about it.”

He pulled his hands away once again. My heart was thudding in my chest, my nipples were hard through the fabric of my dress which had ridden up from my accidental grinding against the seat. Even with my eyes closed, I looked like a hot mess but I was so turned on I was beyond caring. I was just glad the club was so dark.

He puts brought his chair around to my side and just in front, so it was perpendicular to me. He sits in, close.

“How are you feeling?”

I open my eyes. I’m dimly aware of the giggling of my friends, and the gaze of some other onlookers over me. I feel a wave of heat as my face reddens.

“Don’t worry about them,” he says. “Look at me.”

“This is crazy,” I mouthed.

”I told you it would be fun.”

I’m speechless.

“Keep going?”

I was nodding before I even thought about it.

He scoots in front of me a little more. “Put your leg on my lap, Emma.” I lift my bare leg and place it tentatively across his knees.

His hand rests on my knee and a jolt of pleasure hit me. It snakes up my thigh to my wet cunt and fizzles deep me, my hips twitching. To my embarrassment I let out a moan of pure pleasure.

His fingertips are stroking my skin in soft, little circles. My thighs are starting to shake. Laughter among the crowd sends me blushing. He shakes his head in their direction and then looks at me.

“Emma, look at me.”

His twinkling eyes lock mine.

“You’ve been doing really well. Don’t worry about them. Listen to my voice.”

I nod in breathless agreement. His fingertips start drumming slowly on top of my thigh, one-two-three, one-two-three, one-two three..

It feels like a fluttering feeling inside me and I scrunch my eyes closed in delight. I squirm in my seat, squeezing my thighs together tightly just for a hint of pressure on my clit.

“Emma, look at me.”

“You’ve been doing really well. I know it feels intense. It feels so strong…”

I’m trembling with each quickening tap. One-two-three-one-two-three-one-two-three-one-two-three…

“It’s getting stronger and stronger, Emma. Like you can’t hold back.”

The drumming moves imperceptibly up my thigh, to the edge of my dress and it feels 100 times stronger. I’m arching my back. My hands grip the arm of the chair like they’re my bedsheets when I’m touching myself. I’m so close…

“Emma, listen to me.”

“Oh my god.”

“Emma, listen.”

“I’m… please… I…”

“Let go.”

With those two words the orgasm hits me like an explosion, my thighs clamping together, the contractions in my cunt are so strong I bend double in my chair.

“Let go.”

It feels like I’m being fucked hard and deep while I cum, my g-spot is spasming with pleasure. I cry out helplessly.

“Let go.”

His hand gripping my thigh sends another orgasm shivering through my clit and then bursting inside of me. I feel a hot flood of wetness soak through my panties as I involuntarily squirt a little.

“Let go.”

I slump back in the chair as my hips jolt into the air. I can hear my friends shrieking with laughter as they watch me orgasm uncontrollably. I try to hold back but I can’t stop cumming. Each squeeze of my thigh sends another wave of powerful juddering contractions through my pussy, makes me moan, twitch, gush, gasp, grind, shake, cum.

I’ve never cum for so long.

“OK, you. Come here.”

He takes my leg off his lap and comes in close to me. He wraps his hand on my neck and pulls me toward him, my forehead resting on my shoulder, exhausted and trembling. “Just relax,” he murmurs. “Listen to my voice…”

I sink back into a calm darkness.

A few moments later I wake up, sheepish and embarrassed… but even so, I can’t stop grinning. He strokes my wrist one last time – no unbearable pleasure, this time – and smiles. I tentatively stand up, and my legs are like jelly. Rebecca grabs me incredulously and says “OH. MY. GOD.”

“I. KNOW.”

I tell her I have to excuse myself to use the bathroom and shakily stumble in that direction. It’s busy with girls streaming in and out, but in the mirror, I see my face and chest are flushed pink. And my hair’s a mess.

I shut myself in the cool dark cubicle and slide off my panties, down my ankles and over my shoes and step out of them. They’re so drenched from my cum I throw them in the trash can. I instinctively reach between my legs and fuck, I’m still so wet and sensitive. I lean back against the cubicle door and let my fingertips find my slick, hard, throbbing clit. It feel so good to finally feel the touch my body had been craving.

Around me were the sounds of doors opening and closing, girls talking, water running, the throbbing music from next door and the hand-dryer blowing.

I was so hungry to feel full inside and I greedily pushed two fingers deep inside, sliding in deliciously easily. My knees buckled with satisfaction as I slowly, quietly fucked myself. Each time the hand dryer switched on, I pumped my fingers in and out hard and fast, the noise of the motor covering the sounds of my wetness, until it stopped and I had to wait for more agonising seconds.

When I couldn’t take it any more, with one last blast of the hand dryer, I frantically rubbed my clit, my other hand grabbing my tit, and then those commanding words “Let go… let go… let go…” suddenly reverberating in my head, until, my hand clamped over my mouth, I came for the second time that night, my legs buckling in shock, sliding down the cubicle door until I was sat on my heels, waves of pleasure still shuddering through my thighs.

I sat on the toilet for a few minutes and straightened myself out, until the red flush of orgasm had faded from my chest. Then I went back out to join my friends… embarrassed, sans underwear but oh-so-satisfied.

And when I’m alone, the words ‘let go…’ can still push me over the edge sometimes :)”

I would love to give proper credit to this author. If any of you know who wrote this please let me know so I can tag them and give them the credit they deserve.

[ex-dyke-straight-girl]

I've noticed that there is a lot of talk about breeding on this blog, but i want to make a preposition regarding condoms. Picture this You get a text from Him asking you to come over. Your heart skips a beat and compensates by doubling its pace immediately after. You know what He is going to do You tell your girlfriend at home that you're going out for a bit. You make some excuse, it doesn't matter. She waves you off and will see you later He is going to fuck you. you know it. Your breath is shallow and your pace is quick. You feel that odd mote in your belly that is a mix of excitement and trepidation. You're barely inside the door before he grabs you by the neck and kisses you with tongue. Before you know it you're naked with your face pushed into the couch cushions. He fucks you rough and selfishly, using His entire weight to push deep inside you. he gets more ruthless the closer he is and after a while he grunts and you feel him throb inside you; The rhythmic pulse he sought after when he texted you. You have served your purpose, and as a reward you receive the bliss of knowing what you were made for. You get the comfort of being in your natural state of inferiority under Him. he pulls out of you but takes care to leave the cum filled condom behind. "Leave it until you get home" He mutters into your ear You put your clothes back on and leave with a soggy piece of latex in your pussy. oozing semen into your panties. While you were gone, your girlfriend took the opportunity to go online and consume as much misogynistic porn she had time for. She would never admit doing this. She is horny, and although she is craving cock, she'll settle for anything in her current state. She kisses you when you get home, feels you up in the ways she knows you like. You give a halfhearted attempt to slow her down, but she's too eager and pulls you into the bedroom and starts making out with your entire body. Her hand goes into you pants and she pulls back, surprised. She pulls it out between her fingers and holds the used condom up to your face and asks. "what's this?"

Oh that’s hot

[come-into-my-parlour]

Your fate was decided early on in your life. You were to enter a political marriage that was good for your father's kingdom. Whether it was good for you didn't matter.

You hadn't heard much about your new husband or home but you supposed that was better than hearing something bad. You met on your wedding day and he seemed to be handsome enough, he didn't raise his voice to you and he seemed to be patient with you. You could have done worse.

Your wedding was quick and efficient, your dress was beautiful and you had cake so it made you smile. Apparently the kingdom you were now a part of had a wedding night ritual you were expected to participate in at the end of the celebrations. You were nervous but prepared to just close your eyes and go through with it. Then it would be over and you'd have some peace and quiet for a while. Oh, how wrong you were.

At the end of the festive dinner your husband stood up and held your hand. You made your way to your wedding chamber. The four-poster bed was massive and close to it there had been tall screens with some sort of fabric lined up and positioned strategically. They weren't see through per se but you could still see vague shadows through them. Your new husband took you to the bed and closed the gap of fabric behind him. Now you had some privacy but you could still be heard and somewhat seen by those who chose to look intently.

The room was full of his court whispering and laughing and continuing the merriment even in your wedding chamber. You blushed but didn't even think to object. Your husband knew best and you wanted to please him so you kept quiet. He caressed your chin and lifted your face so he can look into your eyes. Without saying anything to you, he began to kiss you. First your lips, then your cheeks, then your neck. When he started kissing the tops of your breasts you gasped without meaning to. He grabbed them through your dress and began to tug. You didn't want it to rip so you attempted to help take it off. It took you a few minutes but you managed to slide it off yourself.

His hands were moving all over your body removing every garment he could. It seemed he wanted you fully naked. You didn't expect that but again said nothing. When he got you fully naked, his hands and lips had left visible red marks all over your body.

He stood up to his full height in front of you and looked his fill. He turned you this way and that, and just when you started feeling quite uncomfortable he slapped your ass cheek. You jumped and gasped in surprise but made no attempt to move or stop him. He kept slapping you - your other ass cheek, one breast, the other breast, back to your ass. He grabbed your neck and pulled you close to him as he resumed kissing you.

The crowd was now completely forgotten. They were still around you, making their own noises but you didn't care. You were feeling hot all over and there was a strange sensation between your legs. You couldn't seem to stop kissing him, breathing became secondary.

Suddenly he pulled away and looking straight in your eyes began to undress himself. In no time he was also fully naked. You liked how he looked and blushed even harder.

He smirked at you and you got even more shy so you looked down. Then you saw between his legs and gasped quietly. You'd never seen a men's member before. It looked impressive but you couldn't be sure. Before you even registered it, he had his hands around you again. Pinching, gripping, slapping, squeezing, and he was kissing you all over. You moaned and that made him growl.

He pushed you on the bed and climbed over your body. He spread your legs apart and positioned himself between them. Then he gripped his member and started pushing it inside you. You ground your teeth together and kept from moving or speaking. Once he was done and was fully inside of you he sighed next to your ear. He had completely leaned on your body and was pressing you down. After a while he began to move. First slow and controlled moves and after he was faster and harsher. It didn't take you long before the initial discomfort began to feel good. Quite good.

You didn't know what to do with your hands so you'd spread them on the bed. But now you felt like putting them on his back, so you did. As soon as he felt them on his body, he looked into your eyes and began kissing you again. He was moving even faster now and it felt so good. It was feeling so so good you began to pant. Just as you were reaching a point of pure pleasure he stilled and you felt hot liquid inside you. He looked at you again and his eyes were full of fire.

Your new husband leaned close to your ear and began to whisper quietly, so only you'd hear him.

"You will take my cock many more times tonight. I will make you scream your pleasure for this entire room to hear. I will see you shatter on my dick as your creamy pussy overflows with my cum ." You'd never heard such crude words before but even though they made you blush, you liked hearing them from him. "I will breed you, wife. I will fill you so full of seed this evening, you will undoubtedly be pregnant by morning. But I won't stop taking you. I will take you every night until you can no longer take me. Then when you give me my heir, we will give them to a maiden to nurse them while you, wife, will nurse me with your breasts newly full of milk. You will nurse me every morning and every evening in this bed. Strangers will hear me slurping from your milky tits every day and you will take my hard cock as I do so you know how much pleasure that will give me. I will breed you again and again because the idea of you not dripping my cum down your legs makes me angry. But the sight of my cum dripping down your legs makes me feral, even more feral. I will own you, body and soul and you will please me with your submission. You've already proven how suited you are to me, but I will expect you to prove it every minute of every day. Do you understand, wife? Do you understand what I am telling you?" He was looking at you expectantly.

You swallowed and opened your mouth. No words came out. You licked your lips and tried again. "Yes, husband. Whatever you say, husband. I am yours as you are my king. I will do whatever I can to please you and I will take your...cock twice every day or more if you wish. I will give you heirs and I will nurse you with my milk. I will keep your cum inside of me leaking and absorbing through my clothes so that I remember I am yours to use as you wish. I am yours my king. I am yours, husband. I will please you, that is my vow to you." And because you liked the feel of him still buried inside of you, you squeezed your nether region and just as you thought he hadn't felt it, he groaned and leaned his forehead on your shoulder. Then he bit it. You gasped and squeezed him harder and you were even starting to move slightly. You couldn't help it, he felt so good.

"You are the best wife I could have ever wished for and from this day onwards, I will not part from you for even a moment." With those words he kissed you and began to move again. It didn't take long before you started moaning, quite loudly, and the crowd still surrounding your bed began to applaud.

Yes, your life could have definitely been worse.

[cumsocket]

Public Fuck Stations

It’s easy to keep women in line if you remember our basic operating instructions. Stimulation of the cunt will induce obedience, sexual excitement, and craving for humiliation.

To maximize the potential of the female mating response, it would make sense to implement public fuck stations. Basically these would be phallic objects for women to casually impale themselves on during the day.

Imagine going to a restaurant and the server asks how many are in your party. The next question is how many cunts are with you. When you get a table, the place settings for the bitches are chairs with fat dildos securely fastened on them. Your wife, daughters, and any free use sluts you picked up can lift their skirts and sink down to impale themselves for the meal.

Buses, subways, and commuter trains all have lines of plastic cocks for women to bend over and secure themselves on. Men can experience the entertainment of watching bitches struggle to balance on a rocking train solely by clenching their cunts on the stabilizing pricks.

Movie theaters and sports stadiums have bitch seats for any females accompanying a man. Even grocery carts are modified to have an extended arm with a fake cock so women can shop while filled, waddling down the aisles with their staked cunts on display.

It will become second nature for females to plan their day around cock. To walk into a board room filled with men and complacently take the bitch seat in the corner to take notes. To use the fuck stations next to vending machines hoping to catch a man’s eye while he’s on his lunch break.

Since no dildo will ever replicate the feeling of being stretched on a man’s cock and feeling his cum drain into the bitch hole, women will be in a constant state of desperation and humiliation. Even a stray glance from a man will leave a bitch panting and fucking her cunt on the nearest fuck station or bitch seat. When she’s finally lifted off a dildo and onto a man’s cock, she’ll whimper in gratitude as her body latches on to the cunt plug about to fill her with semen.

[cumsocket]

Public Fuck Stations cont.

Living as a bitch in this society requires constant attention for the cumsleeve. The natural female addiction to being impaled is encouraged rather than suppressed, to the point where women have difficulty thinking about anything else.

Every bitch wears skirts that barely cover their crotch, which is of course instantly exposed by any movement at all. Pussies are expected to be bare and well-maintained so men can appreciate watching them get stuffed.

Every morning, I walk to the bus stop. Today I recognize the man already waiting there; he was my younger brother’s best friend growing up. I was bossy to both of them, something they’ve each made me regret many times.

He eyes me as I approach. “Hi, bitch.” Casual, barely interested.

I nod to him as I approach the stop’s fuck stations. I hate to do this in front of him, but my cunt is already aching from being empty. I turn around, bend over slightly, and sink my pussy down on one of the dildos protruding from the bus stop wall.

He chuckles. “I love watching you get bitched,” he smirks. My cheeks burn as my eyes drift to his pants, wondering if he’ll decide to replace the plastic in my hole with his cock. I shudder in anticipation even as my face flushes in shame.

He sees where I’m looking. “Don’t get excited, cunt. I already had a bitch this morning.” But he reaches out to squeeze one of my tits anyways. I groan loudly, as I’ve been taught, making him chuckle again. My cunt squeezes harder on its fuckpole.

He casually degrades me until the bus finally comes. The one at this hour is very full. There’s only one fuck station left, and I groan as I realize it’s covered in semen. But I have no choice. I sink down on it, feeling the still warm cum coat the walls of my pussy. It’s not unheard of for a bitch to get pregnant this way—not even getting the benefit of a fuck.

The idea of getting seeded by a stranger’s leftover cum activates my bitch hole even more. Some females are simply slumped on their stations, passively impaled with an occasional bounce as the bus hits a dip. My cumsleeve is too needy for that today, though.

I start pumping myself back on the fuck station eagerly. I squeal when the bus hits a big bump and the dildo thrusts hard inside me, almost knocking me down. A few men turn to watch my display. I meet their eyes as I thrust back on my station, my feet barely touching the ground so the bulk of my weight is suspended by my pussy.

It’s times like this that I feel the reality of being a woman. The way my flesh crawls with shame at displaying myself like a prize breeding pig. How good the shame makes my bitch pussy feel. The overwhelming drive to earn a real cock in my jizz drain.

I keep eye contact with the men watching for the entire ride. Any of them could decide to stop the show to fuck me, but it seems today they’ve decided my humiliation is better. I nearly sob as my stop approaches, since I know it’s forbidden for a bitch to cum unless impaled on a flesh cock. It’s for the greater good, so women never forget that a real fuck is a privilege and not a right.

When the bus rolls to a stop, I groan and lift my pussy from its station. It’s raw and gaped, twitching with the need to cum. One of the men who watched me casually gropes it as I pass. I barely suppress the urge to beg him to fuck me, knowing that would make me late. I can only hope to have better luck over lunch.

[stillvathek]

Ownership

Walking along Luke saw a girl and he stopped. Something about the girl caught his eye.

The way she was standing. The vacant, faraway expression on her face. The skirt, of course, and her legs. These were all eye-catching features.

Mostly though, it was the collar.

It was big enough and obvious enough to not be a fashion statement, but more a statement of something else. He had an idea what. That there was a nice, shiny tag dangling from the buckle on the front suggested what. Luke moved in to check.

The girl noticed him as he approached but made no attempt to do anything about it or move away. The way she was standing made it pretty clear - to him - that she'd been told she couldn't move from the spot, and so she didn't. She watched him with big, dumb eyes as he came right up to her.

He looked at the tag first. Who she was wasn't as important as what she was, and the tag would tell him that - she wouldn't even need to say a word. She stayed still as he lifted the tag for a better look, though she did let out the tiniest, quietest whimper.

It read:

"Owned - property of Sir."

Luke could have guessed she was owned. Everything about her screamed it, but it paid to check. He turned the tag over. The reverse read:

"Sir's favourite toy."

No name. Name wasn't important. She was her owner's favourite toy. That was important. Everything else about her came after that.

"Can I help you?"

Luke turned, and found a man. Luke let go of the tag.

"She's yours?" He asked.

"Oh yes!" The man said happily, stepping in and putting an arm around the girl's waist. She relaxed instantly, practically melting into him, giving him the look of purest adoration.

This'd be Sir, then.

"What's her name?" Luke asked, more out of cuiosity than anything else.

"This is Candi! My Candi," said Sir, giving her a squeeze. She cooed, then giggled, then gave a little shuddering intake of breath as Sir's fingers started casually just trailing up and down the bare skin of her side.

Luke saw this.

"She's very good," he said.

"You don't know the half of it. You should have seen how she was at the start! Come a very long way, my Candi has. I've helped her make up for a lot of, ah, mistakes, shall we say?"

"Oh?"

Sir looked set to start explaining this when a thought struck him.

"Play with yourself for me, Candi," he said, removing his arm from around her waist.

Her response was automatic, no thinking needed at all. One hand lifted the skirt and the other went between her legs. Her eyes glazed and her mouth hung ever-so-slightly open. Sir smiled and gave her a proud, possessive pat on the rear and then returned his attention to Luke, who was mostly watching her.

"She was so miserable, poor girl. Had all sorts of ideas about herself - all wrong, of course. Thought she was smart, thought she wasn't just an object, pretended she wasn't porn. She had all of these ideas and none of them were making her happy. So, so miserable."

"Not miserable now," Luke said. The look on Candi's face was one of pure, brainless joy. She was staring at nothing, her hand rubbing at a constant steady pace. Luke could hear it, she was so wet.

"Oh no, she's my happy girl now. We got rid of all those ideas. Got rid of a lot. Basically everything. All of those brains she pretended to have dribbled out from between her legs and what was left we made nice and lovely and smooth. No bumps or bad bits to trip her up. Lovely and happy now," said Sir proudly.

Candi's tongue had started lolling out of her mouth.

"Does she cum?" Luke asked. He could guess, but again, it paid to check.

"Of course not. That's bad for girls. She can tell you herself. Candi," he said, loudly, to get her attention. She gave a tiny jolt and blinked and did her best to focus on him. "Should girls cum?"

She clearly had to think about the question for a moment. The answer was probably obvious, it was just difficult for her to even understand what it was she'd been asked right then. Words were hard sometimes.

"Nnnoo Sir... s'bad for... s'bad for girls to... to cum..." she said, every word an effort. Sir nodded happily.

"Good girl. Keep going," he said.

"T-thank you Sir..."

She gave a little shudder and her knees went weak a moment, but she stayed standing and she didn't stop playing with herself for a second. Sir turned back to Luke, again looking very proud of his toy.

"You've done well with her," Luke said. He wasn't lying, either, Candi was probably one of the best owned girls he'd seen. You saw more and more of them these days and they often ranged from the bratty and difficult to control - those only just starting being fixed - all the way to the ones who'd had ever trace of personality wiped away.

Candi looked to be perfectly trained with just enough spark left to be fun. Luke imagined it must have taken some work, some expertise. And she certainly had a very engaging way of playing with herself...

"She could suck your cock for you, if you'd like," Sir said, snapping Luke back to the moment. He'd been staring.

"If you didn't mind," he said.

"Of course not. I have the best toy! Always enjoying showing her off. She loves to prove she's the best, too. Candi, serve the man," Sir said, giving her the littlest tap on the back of the head. Her whole body stiffened for a second.

"Yess, Ssirr..."

Candi didn't miss a beat. The instant she'd finished speaking she dropped to her knees in front of Luke and his flies down and his cock out before he even knew what was happening, and his cock in her mouth before he'd had a chance to blink.

She was very, very good.

"Can you believe she hadn't sucked cock for years before I found her? What a waste," Sir said with a sad cluck of the tongue as Candi, hands behind her back, bobbed and slurped and groaned.

"Oh yeah?" Luke asked, strained.

"Oh yes. Barely even played with herself, either. Spent every day just pretending she didn't have a cunt between those lovely legs. Really very sad. But now she's better, now Candi-"

On hearing Sir mention her name she immediately paused, awaiting - expecting - instruction, ready for his thoughts and words to fill her head and tell her what to do. It took Sir a second to notice this.

"is so - oh, oh no cutie, keep going," he said warmly, giving her another little tap. She stifferned for that split-second again and continued.

Sir could sort of tell by this point that Luke wasn't really listening anyway, so didn't see much need to say anything else. He just let his favourite toy do what he'd moulded and trained her to do and enjoyed the sense of satisfaction he always got from the knowledge that she was totally and utterly his.

Luke came with a grunt. Candi's little throat worked as she happily and obediently swallowed him, taking the time afterwards to make sure he was all cleaned up before tucking him away again.

"Such a good girl, I'm such a lucky owner," Sir said as she rose back to her feet beside him. The look of happiness on her face was overwhelmingly genuine. He'd put his arm around her waist again.

"She - she's very good," Luke said. Sir chuckled.

"I made sure she was. Now we have to go. It's a busy day for Candi today. You're not the only one she's going to be showing off for today, isn't that right? Going to make me very proud today, aren't you?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl."

At this Sir took the leash that had been hanging looped from his belt and deftly clipped it to Candi's collar. When it clicked shut, she made the cutest little gasp, and she made it again when he gave the leash and experimental tug to check it was on properly. It was.

"Maybe we'll see you again, hmm? Bye for now," Sir said, nodding goodbye and leaving, Candi following so closely behind him it made Luke wonder whether he even needed the leash at all.

[eroreverie]

Bad Girl

When I walked in on her , she didn’t even flinch, she didn’t act surprised, she just locked eyes with me and smiled while pleasuring herself completely naked on the couch.

Should I yell? Should I leave? I wasn’t sure what to do, but when she bit her lip and moaned and spoke I did that absolute last thing I should have done.

“Hi Daddy.” she she purred as her hands rubbed her little shaved cunt.

“What are you doing Daisy?” i asked her.

“Nothing Daddy.” she answered as her eyes closed and her eyebrows squeezed tightly on her face as she gasped at her own touch and then opened her eyes and bit her lip.

I walked closer and sat in the chair opposite of her.

“Do you mind if Daddy watches you do nothing?” I asked.

“You’re already watching Daddy…” she said.

I nodded and rubbed my hand over the growing bulge in my pants as I watched her hot little body, displayed for my viewing pleasure, and listened to the sound of her finger as it slipped into her wet cunt.

“Mmmm , Daddy is listening too. It sounds nice and wet down there. “ i said.

“So wet.” she moaned as she began to pump two fingers in and out of her quickly, allowing the wet sounds to fill the room.  

“Extremely wet.” I said, rubbing myself through my pants watching her as her legs fell further apart and she began to fuck herself with her fingers in front of me.  

“Do you like watching me Daddy?” she asked me with a smirk.

I grinned back, and all thoughts of how wrong this was were forgotten when the next filthy words left her mouth.

“Do you like watching me stuff my fingers inside of my tight  , soaking wet, teen pussy Daddy?” she asked as she shoved her fingers deep inside her. “I do it all the time Daddy, and I pretend it’s your cock fucking me.” she said, my hands unzipping , unbuckling my pants and pulling my cock out. I watched her eyes widen, and her smile as she saw how hard I was for her.  I rubbed my aching cock in front of her as I nodded to the filthy words coming from her mouth.

“Your cock looks so good Daddy. It’s so hard” she said squirming as her fingers still fucked her cunt, and her other hand rubbed her clit.  “Mmmmmm daddy, it’s so big, do you think it’d fit inside me Daddy? I’m so tight. Do you wanna feel how to tight your little girl is Daddy? Do you want me to soak your cock with my wet little pussy?” she asked, moaning as she spoke. I stood up, stepping out of my pants and walked over to her on he couch.

“You’re a bad bad girl, you know that?” I asked reaching down holding her face under her chin, my thumb rubbing over her wet mouth, tracing her lips.

“Mmmhmmm” she moaned as she took my thumb into her mouth and sucked it.

“Put it in my mouth Daddy.” she moaned with my thumb still in her mouth , her tongue running up it. I removed my thumb from her  mouth and stroked my cock near her face.

“Mmmm daddy, let me taste your cock. “  her mouth opened and I slipped my cock into her perfect, hot little mouth, both of us moaning.

I looked down as I watched her mouth start to suck me as if she’d been waiting for this moment forever. Her one hand leaving her cunt, her fingers soaked from fucking herself, grabbed my cock and stroked me as her mouth followed it up and down the length of my cock.

“Fuckkk” I groaned and grabbed the back of her head.

She stopped sucking and looked up at me as she stroked my cock quickly, her thumb rolling over the head of my cock. Her little tits jiggling as she stroked me faster.

“Mmmm I love putting my messy pussy covered fingers on your cock and tasting myself on my daddys dick.” she said with a grin and bit her lip.

I don’t know where she learned to talk like that, but I’m glad she did because she as driving me absolutely insane with her nasty little mouth.

“Put Daddy’s cock back in that filthy little mouth of yours.” I told her.

I watched her as she sucked, she moaned, she slobbered, she choked, she gagged on my cock. Her saliva dribbling down her chin as she couldn’t get enough of my cock in her mouth. Her hand rubbing her clit still.

I leaned over and moved her hand and began to rub her myself as she sucked me off. I almost came in her mouth when I felt how soft her freshly shaven cunt was, how wet she was when I let my finger slip inside of her, causing her to moan louder with my cock inside her.

“Mmm Daddys little girl is so fucking wet, mmm what a tight  little hole.” I said fucking her with my finger. I took my cock from her mouth, to allow more of her nasty talking. I kneeled on the couch between her legs as I began to fuck her harder with two fingers, watching her pussy swallow my fingers, and leave them soaking wet, her hungry little cunt dripping as she squirmed.

“Mmmmm you like that baby? You like Daddy’s fingers inside of you?” I asked as I curled them inside her and pumped them harder, barely pulling them out, driving them deeper and deeper. She screamed. It only made me fuck her little cunt harder with my fingers, I leaned down and put my mouth over her clit and sucked it , tonguing it, her hips bucking wildly, as I pleased her with my mouth, my finger searching deep inside of her.

Her hands reaches up behind her head, grabbing the arm rest on the couch, pulling hard, as she tried to hump my mouth, rolling her hips into my tongue and fingers.

“Daddy!” she screamed. “fuck me Daddy!”

I couldn’t hold back any longer, my cock was harder than it’d ever been, and having her scream for it, well, she deserved it he way she’d sucked my cock, the way she touched herself for me, the way her eyes were looking up at me right then begging for it.

I leaned up and removed my shirt , throwing it to the side. Watching her hips roll upwards, her pussy begging to be touched, to be filled by me. I couldnt get inside of her fast enough.

“Put that big fucking dick inside me.” she said rubbing herself for me, she spanked her clit, and the sound of her hand smacking it was one of the hottest things I’d ever heard. “Fuck this naughty little pussy Daddy!” she said as I held my cock in my hand and leaned over her, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her slit.

She reached up and put her arms around me pulling me down on top of her. I sunk my cock into her slowly, listening to the actual hottest thing I’d ever heard, the sound of my little girl moaning as I filled her tight little cunt with my cock for the first time. Her moan was loud, a high pitched exhale of air escaping her lungs, I put my mouth to hers as I drew myself back out and then plunged back inside, the same moan filling my mouth, our mouths breaking apart slightly.

Neither of us could speak, the dirty talk had stopped, other than either of us cursing, and the only thing either of us was concentrating on was the feeling of fucking for the first time.  Her concentrating on the way my cock felt, stretching her open, all the times she’d imagined it, and she’d never imagined it would feel this way.  And me, feeling the soft, tight velvet walls of my little girls cunt for the first time, my naughty little girls pussy squeezing tightly , as it sucked my cock inside of it.

I fucked her hard. I fucked her fast. I fucked her like the little whore she was. Daddy’s little whore. Mine.

After her tight cunt was used to my thick cock she began to speak again.

“It feels so fucking good daddy, give it to me daddy, harder, fill your little girls pussy with that big fucking cock, hurt me daddy, harder, hurt my little..OOOOOOOOOOOOH FUCK!” and she shut up again as I slammed my cock deep inside her, harder, and made her forget again how to talk dirty, I slammed her over and over, practically fucking her right off the couch. We both slid onto the floor when i drove myself into her harder, lifting her legs over my shoulders and grabbing her waist as i destroyed her watching her tiny little tits bounce on her chest.

“Mmm daddy’s little gir. likes being fucked hard, like a little whore doesnt she?” i growled.

Her hands were flat on the floor and digging into the soft carpet, her back arched as she laid there getting fucked. She nodded.

“Oh yes daddyyyy.” she replied and I stopped, moved her legs from my shoulder to my sides, still kneeling, pulling her up, onto my lap, my arm wrapped around the small of her back, her arms around my neck. She bounced herself on my cock. Her feet on the ground, her arms tightening around my neck everytime she lifted her cunt up, to slam it back down on my cock.

I grabbed her, and quickly pushed her onto her hands and knees and drove my cock back inside of her. Fucking her wildly, growling like an animal as my cock worked to reach deeper and deeper inside of her. Her tight little body rocking back and forth , her tiny ass jiggling as my hips smacked into it.

“yes daddy! yes! “ she moaned loudly as she bent all the way over with her face down on the floor her hands. “Fuck my pussy Daddy, mmmpff you feel so good inside me. Your cock goes so deep Daddy.” she whimpered and i gripped her hips, violently fucking her cunt, that was still dripping, all over my cock.  

“I don’t know how much longer I can go baby. Your tight little pussy is gonna make me cum.” I said as I slowed down and panted, trying to hold out.

“I don’t care! Don’t stop!” she yelped and her ass threw itself back, her pussy working its self on my dick. . Her hands on the carpet, helping push her back onto my cock over and over, I listened to the sound of her pussy gush as she continued to fuck me and beg for me to keep going.

“fuck me!” she yelled. “oh god daddy! Please!” she moaned. Her ass moving back and forth, my hands caressing her ass, slapping it.  Again and again.

“Mmm yes, spank me daddy, spank me then fuck me, punish me daddy!” she begged as I simply stayed still my hands on her hips and they moved forward and back, watching her work my cock like a professional slut.

“Daddy! Give it to me!” she cried out. “Please!”

I grabbed her by her elbows, yanking her up, and began to fuck her, drilling my cock into her over and over as her tiny body shook and I groaned as she began to scream again, moaning as I gave her what she needed.

“Make me cum all over that big fucking dick daddy!” she begged.

I groaned as I kept fucking her my mouth on her neck, biting her flesh and licking up to her ear.  “Don’t cum. You’ll make Daddy cum.”

She whined, and whimpered and turned her head towards mine, our mouths meeting, our tongue lashing out into each others mouths, passionately as I held her, my one hand slipping around her torso, the other grabbing her small perky breasts, i pinched her nipples, pulling them. She moaned loudly into my mouth and broke her mouth away.

“Let me cum.” she panted. “I want to cum on your dick daddy.” She whimpered her eyes begging for it.

“If you cum on my dick, I’m going to end up cumming inside of you.” I told her.

“I know Daddy.” she moaned.

“You want…” I started to question her.

She nodded and interrupted me. “I want you to cum inside my pussy daddy…deep inside..”

I began to thrust faster as I listened to her speak the words, her telling me she wanted my cum inside of her. The whole time being inside of her, fucking her, fignering her, having her mouth on my cock, I didnt think of how wrong it was. and I didnt think about it now either as I began to fuck my little girl, wanting her to cum for me, wanting to cum inside of her.

“Cum for Daddy baby.” I told her as I pushed her back down onto her hands, and grabbed her hair in my hand, wrapping it around my wrist, fucking her.

I felt her cunt tighten, and I listened to her scream as she began to cum, her legs trembling, struggling to keep her up. I fucked her harder, my body lowering with hers as she collapsed flat onto the ground, her body trembling with an orgasm, I could feel her pussy spasm around my cock as I began to cum myself, my cum shooting inside of her. being sucked into her cunt, as her contracting walls milked my cock.

I thrust into her hard, and let my cock continue to empty itself deep inside her, my instinct, making me bury my seed deep inside of her womb.

I panted as i held myself up by my hands over her body, and slipped my cock out slowly and then collapsed on my back next to her on the floor, looking at her, our eyes locked as we both breathed heavily. She smiled and exhaled and curled up beside me and kissed my chest and up my neck, kissing my mouth , my hand reaching up behind her neck and  into her hair gripping it as I kissed her softly, our mouths pushing softly against one another, our lips wet, and our tongues lightly teasing one another.

She stopped and looked at me grinning as she slid on top of me and grinded her wet cunt against my limp cock. I looked up at her, her tiny tits pressed together as her hands were placed on the middle of my chest, and her hips rocked.

“what are you doing?” I laughed as I watched her bite her lip and give me the same grin she did when I caught her touching herself on the couch.

“I want you to fill me Daddy” she said leaning down and kissing me again. “Were not done until my pussy is filled with every last drop of your cum, and you empty your balls into me. “

[tiffyneedsyou]

who wants to be my daddy?

[ickytreats]

Walking in on my best friend and her dad fucking. Gasping and trying to figure out what I should do, do I tell someone?! Only for her to smile at me and moan. No! It's okay! I like this! But- really! Her eyes roll back as her dad hits that spot inside her. Suddenly her Dad reaches out to me, grabs me by the neck, and gets in my face. Your not going to tell anyone, understand? Yes sir! Good, he’s pushing me onto the bed and making me watch.

I sit on the bed squirming as they keep going in front of me. I've watched them change positions, kiss, and see how she cums. He’s so good! She moans and starts to ride his cock eagerly. I’m blushing and just nod along until he pulls me in close again. I tense up not wanting to get in trouble, was I too mean earlier? He kisses my cheek, you don’t know any better…you wouldn’t know all Dads do this to their Daughters. They do? Only if they love them very much, and my Dad loves me! She giggles and leans down kissing him in my face. I can’t help but tear up as they do when they finally pull away he coos.

No crying! Your basically my daughter too…been such a sweet girl for us… he pets my hair and softly pecks my lips. But I'm not you- shh, don't say that, you call each other sisters. So I'll call you my daughter, you'll get a turn after me! Really? Yeah! You'll get Dad's cock right after your sister just remember…only between us three, okay? Yup! Say it right, yes…yes what? Yes Dad. With that he kisses me again as my new sister keeps riding him.

[d4ddyslilbunny]

edged to this 🥺

[frustratedstudent5512]

Your rapist noticing you're actually starting to feel so good on his cock... He's so big he starts hitting all your good spots even if he doesn't mean to - why would he give a shit anyway - and he starts noticing how you get wetter and wetter, how your moans start sounding more like a cock drunk slut than a poor little victim. And he gets real pissed off. You're not supposed to be enjoying this. This is for HIS pleasure, not yours.

So he decides to punish you - he learns all the spots you like, brutally pounds into them harder and harder, bites your nipples in the way that makes your back arch. Until your breath gets quicker and more shallow and your pussy starts clenching around his cock. Just as you realize that you're cumming, fuck you're actually cumming from your rapist's cock - that's when he pulls out. Right in the middle of your orgasm, he looks down right in your eyes and he takes his thick cock out, leaving your cunt spasming, nothing more than a wet little hole begging for more pounding.

You just stand there as he's looking at you, with your legs still wide open, your pussy juices leaking all over your thighs, your face all flushed from the pleasure and the shame. God, the shame. Your hole is still wet from your ruined orgasm and you feel so sore from the brutal pace he set but also so needy, so open and ready, your poor little cunt left empty unsatisfied.

He drags the throbbing tip of his cock up and down your pussy, barely touching your stiff clit - and it makes you shiver, your muscles all shaky while he's still got you pinned up against the wall. You try to push your clit closer to his tip without even realizing it, and he just laughs at your desperate attempts for more.

"You think it's going to be this easy? If you really wanna get off while my cock rapes you, you're gonna have to beg for it. Beg real hard, and when I push my cock back inside you I might consider not ruining your next orgasm."

[your-internet-bf]

We hadn't always gotten along. When our parents got married, we could barely stand each other. How could we get along with some brat we barely knew? Luckily, I had an idea. I bought a clicker - you know, the one they use to train dogs? - and got to work.

I started with "thank you". Every time you said it, maybe at dinner, in the car, at a restaurant, I pressed the clicker. You couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, and nobody else seemed to know what you were talking about. But soon, I started helping you with chores around the house and when we finished, *click*. And without really thinking about it, you'd say "thank you."

A few months passed, and you'd started to notice things about me. I took care of myself. I was clean, and I exercised regularly. You'd hang around when you knew I'd be back from the gym just to catch a whiff of the sweat and metal on me when I returned - our eyes caught once when you got a little too close, and for the first time you saw something primal, a little dark, in my gaze. But it passed in an instant.

We started getting along better, now. So one day, when you were lying on the couch with a snack bowl, I snatched it up and motioned to throw it into your mouth. Well, innocent enough, right? And it wasn't like I was eating much, so it's fine, right? Every time you open your mouth to catch, *click*, *click*, *click*.

Then, I invited you to come work out with me. Every time you did a squat, *click*. I told you it was a metronome to keep your intensity up, but you noticed the bulge in my sweatpants was bigger than usual. Wait, when did you start noticing my bulge, especially enough to know that...?

Finally, it was time. I'd been listening outside your bedroom door for weeks now, and I knew when you'd be asleep. I quietly opened your door and stepped into your room, locking it behind me. You stirred at the sound of the lock clicking, but I wasn't afraid.

I gingerly pulled down the covers and just... stared for a while. I'd never taken the time to really look at how beautiful you are, how gorgeous those curves were. I could hardly stand it. As you lay on your side, I took out the clicker, and *click* it once. Laying on your side, like you were on the couch with the snacks, you obediently open your mouth.

I pull down my pants, my long, thick cock swinging between my thighs. I brush the back of my hand over your cheek, then set it firmly against the back of your head, and push into your mouth.

You wake up almost immediately, but my hand stops you from pulling back as I force inch after throbbing inch down your throat. The more you struggle, the tighter you feel, the harder I push, until you felt your nose press into my hips. You push as hard as you can against me, but I'm so much bigger and stronger than you it doesn't do anything. I don't even budge.

I start to grind into your skull, making you swallow the thick, heavy head of my cock again and again, as I groan in pleasure. I start thrusting harder and harder, making your eyes water as I slam my hips into your face again and again, until finally, mercifully, I release inside you, deep inside your throat. You feel me pulse with your whole mouth, and you struggle to swallow each load of thick, hot, sticky cum while I'm still inside you.

With a shuddering breath, I pull out, letting you breathe properly for the first time in minutes. I watch while you cough and catch your breath, and then I ask, "what do you say?"

You breathe in intending to scream, but then you hear it, just one soft *click*, and all you can say is "thank you".

You stare at me, confused. I wipe my cum off your chin with my thumb, and *click* again. "Thank you", you say.

"I knew it. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Now," I push you onto your back, "spread for me."

*click*

You raise your legs to either side, exactly like you're doing a squat.

"I don't - I don't understand," you whimper, legs still in the air.

"You don't have to," I reply, reaching one hand between your legs to feel how wet you are.

"You're soaking, little girl," as I bring my hand up for you to see... Then make you taste it. I reach back down and slip in two of my thick, strong fingers, and cover your mouth with my other hand as you moan. I press up in just the right spot, rubbing in tight, quick circles so deliciously that you can't help but arch your back and grind into me. You feel the pleasure build and all thought leaves your mind; the only thing that matters is my fingers inside you, the scent of my hand over your mouth, and the lingering taste of me.

But before you can finish I pull my fingers out, pressing up and out, leaving you twitching and gasping. "Not yet," I mutter, and I move myself down between your legs. I line up my cock, slapping it down on your tummy first. It reaches your navel, and you feel a wave of fear that only makes you wetter. I pull back, then start pushing in.

It's thick, thick, thick, and heavy. I stretch you out wider than you thought possible, pressuring you in every direction, spreading your aching cunt and making you feel full inside for the first time in your life. Long, deep strokes, moving your whole body with every thrust, reaching inside you, my breath coming fast and hard.

And you hear it again.

*click*

"Thank you," you choke out between sobs.

*click*

"Thank you," you moan.

*click*

"Thank you," you plead, tears in your eyes.

My strokes come faster now, slamming inside you like an animal as you continue to thank me for raping you. Finally, finally, finally, you feel me tense up and slam deep, deep, deep inside you, pressing your whole body into the bed, as I cum again. Huge, hot, sticky white loads of my cum shoot inside you, filling you, as my breath comes in gasps, and as I do you feel it too, now, the wave of pleasure cresting, and you cum, your legs squeezing together, your face screwed tight, moaning with the release of months of tension. And as you cum, you hear a new sound, a familiar sound, but it's deeper than the others...

*click*

And you cum harder, knowing I'm training you like a bitch in heat.

I climb up next to you, and just gaze into your eyes for a moment. Then I smile. "Let's go again."

*click*

[sluttygrl1-deactivated20251204]

I will invite you over, let you assume you're a guest, while you're the entertainer.

I'll tell you to come 1h after everyone else, upon arrival to my place you will be collared at entrance and given a new set of clothes. A see through dress ans a set of black lace panties and bra clearly along with a long white dressing gown. I bring you on leash to the crowd so they grope your ass and tits to validate the lezbizarre dyketoy of the day. The delusional cunt to be corrected. They are especially sleezy taking lengthy time grabbing your cunt and tits, like they are taking measures for later, they keep purposely reaching out to your clit and nipples through your very thin clothes playing with your discomfort and arousal, some even grab your head for a forceful deep kiss making you squeal but unable to resist, a weak lamb paraded and exposed as a piece of meat to the wolves.

I pull the leash and you know you have to come back to me ... at the center of the room, the center of all their focused attention, you look around and see every single man pulling his cock out, some jerking it already. I make you strip to undress and slap your face, your ass or tits whenever you are too slow for my taste or not sexy enough ... better put up a show and make the audience even harder , it will serve its purpose for the rest of the night. You struggle, but after feeling the strokes of your leash biting your flesh from my cruel whipping, you give in, and obey, after realizing that each of your squeals only served to make your body hurt and their cock harder, as they wqtch you with a cruel grin on their face.

At the end of your strip, i push your head down, forcing you on your knees, pull out My Cock and make a good display of your throat’s skills. I push myself balls deep, bruising your throat pussy with pleasure, watching your dumb face tearing and choking. You understand you are done for when you hear me laugh and call the other guys to get a closer look . I invite them to lean in and watch your throat bulge. What are you? A person? An object of pleasure? A wanking toy? At this point you clearly understand that you are only lumps of flesh set tight or loose to jerk us all, regardless of our size.

I am the host, you are my victim dyke, i get the privilege of pumping the first load in ... and i do intend to use it thorougly ... pulling my cock out of your throat and turning you around... using your sloppy throat and cunt juices to barely lube your shithole, that will do .... and slam myself all the way in , in a single thrust, i feel your butthole clench and trying resist me in vain, making you scream and shake ... again, in vain, resistance or not, i will be tearing your butthole to a whole new size, for the audience's greater delight ... cunt

Every now and then you see one of the guys get up , his cock in hand, getting closer to just cum over your body, or simply grab your face and fuck your throat for the last thrusts he needs to cum and pump you full of his reward. When done, he goes to the table, waiting for dinner. One after the other, they paint your dumb dyke face white in and out, no matter how hard you break and cum from your butt being raped, no matter how much cum is already dripping from your face. Too lost between the cocks of your abusers making you choke and swallow their seed, you gasp feeling me pull out and switching to your other hole. A few thrusts and your gold star is gone, you feel me pumping your wombs full… full of me ... full of male seeds… breeding you like a vulgar sow ... drinking cum from both ends.



After i pull out , i call dinner time and every guest left goes to the table, even those who didn't get their turn yet. The dinner is served and we all start to eat and talk casually, mostly the guys praising my hospitality for bringing such a dumb but very tight wanking toy tonight ... You, in the meantime, you have no seat, your place is below ... under ... crawling between our legs, going from cock to cock to have your meal.

Getting your own food one cumshot at a time, you will please the remaining men who didn't get their chance to blow their load first, listening to them laughing and when reenacting your moans and tears and sometimes pushing your head to make savour your only meal of the night balls deep all the way in your throat.

They keep degrading you comparing your holes to the other girls we corrected, few weeks before , rating your performance and poor resistance, and yet during all this time you keep sucking, stuck in a loop of shame and lust ... unable to think anymore ... just wanting to obey, unable to determine it is men or your cunt’s true cravings that keep you going… you learned that the more effort you put to please the more softer they are, you even get praised and qualified useful ... Your other holes though, are growing desperate and needy, your cunt is dripping down your leg, craving to be used, by all these strong cocks .... you did get your anal orgasm, but one. Cock feels good, you hate to admit it but after all these orgasms you gave. You want to cum again… Cock feels good, and it is the only fucking you will get all night… so … one cock is far from enough for a broken breeding mutt like you , you want to be mounted by the whole pack of wolves. Little do you know that the real party starts after diner ... and that gangbanging your holes and mind into a mess of cum piss and squirt ought to be your desert ... we will pound and crush every single of your holes making your mind slowly give in, cumming while shouting dyke no more, dyke for dicks, cunt for cocks, whenever your throat isn’t getting raped and filled with semen. Thats your reward for all your efforts of the evening , keeping our cocks pleased and your users entertained.

Such a good little fucktoy, after the party i'll be busy handing your phone around to all your future users ... being dyke is over, you know there is no way back. Corrected and fucked, you wake up in a puddle of piss and cum, not knowing anything about the past hour, just waking up with my dick in your face you diligently suck it... you would never dare to refuse such a treat ... you could leave, you could try to resist, as there is no crowd anymore , but you are a natural cock pleaser afterall, aren't you? Broken dickdyke cunt.

-🌑



I actually love that

[petalfooted]

cw: daddy k!nk, breeding k!nk, r@pe fantasy, g@ng r@pe fantasy, g@ngb@ng

Been thinking about being passed around all my daddy’s friends.

Usually when my daddy comes home, he’ll take me wherever he finds me. Whether I’m waiting for him on the couch, if I’m in the shower, if I’m cooking dinner, the moment he sees me he on me, fucking into my tight little cunny no matter if I want to or not. My tears appear, either staining onto the sofa cushion, falling into the meal I’m making, blending in with the shower spray as I plead and beg “daddy p-please slow down, I-it hurts”

He never does though. He never stops, he never slows down. If anything my pleas egg him on, making him plow into me painfully, as hard as he can, for as long as he can. My daddy fucks me violently, pulling my hair, biting into my skin, smacking my clit, doing whatever he can to get his frustrations out, no matter how much he’s hurting me, until his balls are drained, and my pussy is reluctantly stuffed full of his cum.

One day when he comes home, I’m in the kitchen cleaning off the small table we eat at. My heart races when I hear the front door unlock, my pussy is still sore from when he fucked me this morning. There’s still some part of me that hopes that if I please well enough, daddy will take it easy on me.

But the door opens, and I hear multiple sets of foot steps enter the house, following my daddy as he finds me in the kitchen. I see his friends from work, so many of them, standing eagerly around, looking up and down my frame, smiling wickedly at me. “D-daddy?” I ask.

He flashes a sickening smirk at me, and steps forward as he starts unbuckling his pants. “You’ll be a good lil hostess, won’t you?” He says mockingly, stepping forward and pushing me face down on the table. My shrieks are covered up by the dark chuckles of the group of me around me as he starts tearing off my leggings, my panties, kicking my legs apart. He grips the back of my neck and pressing my face harder against the table. “Where’s my good lil girl huh?” He mocks. “Daddy brought all of his friends so he could show off this tight-“ he slams his cock inside me without any prep, my pussy barely wet “little girl cunt and this is how you act?” He clicks his teeth as he begins pounding into me. “Guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson, and let all my friends breed you and all your little holes.”

Tears are already streaming down my face but his words cause me to wail “no no no daddy please ill be good I promise I don’t want it-“ I push my torso up with my hands only to be knocked back down when two of his friends step around to my front and yank my arms out from under me. Before I can catch my breath again, one of my daddy’s friend’s cock is in my face, shoving itself down my throat. Daddy’s cock keeps punching into to me painfully hitting my cervix over and over again. “Since I own this pussy,” he growls. “I’m gonna breed it first.”

He reaches over with his hand and hooks two fingers in my nostrils, cutting off my air supply, and tugs up. I don’t even register the cocks that are put into my hands, but I do registered the way my neck strains as his friends cock slides deeper and deeper into my throat at the new angle. Daddy smacks the bulge in my throat, causing me to jerk and gag as I struggle for breath. Just as my vision starts to fade he lets go of my nose and thrusts his cum deep into my pussy, not letting any of my womb remain uncoated.

He pulls out harshly, barking out one of his remaining friend’s names to trade places. Cum coats my throat, filling my esophagus to the point of choking as another cock slides into my used pussy. This time, I feel fingers prod at my other tight hole, stretching me uncomfortably wide. I gurgle out a whine, trying to swallow the cum enough to breathe again, gasping as much air as I can through the tears before the cycle starts all over again.

I lose track of which cocks have been inside me and which ones have yet to rape me. cum dribbles out of my pussy, ass, and mouth, just being used as a cum dump doll for all of my daddy’s friends.

I can feel my bell and womb slosh with the semen inside me, my fertile little unprotected pussy bred and filled to the brim. At some point my daddy turns me over to my back on the table, and him and all laugh as he presses down on my lower stomach and cum gushes out of me even more.

I look up at him with wet and teary eyes only to see that all of their cocks are still hard. My daddy grips my jaw and bends down to mock me. “You’re gonna take all of their cum, until it’s stuffed so deep that you’re leaking it out for a week, until you’re bred so well, there’s no doubt you’ll be pregnant by sunrise, like a good little breeding slut.”

I whimper as he smacks my cheek harshly, slapping my tit, my tummy, and my clit, before lifting my legs over his shoulders, and plunging his still hard cock back into my flooded pussy.

He groans out again, and chuckles before addressing the other men. “Round two boys.”

[hottestadultsonly]

[earthlytraveller3]

funlittlebirdy

Every day on the crowded train ride home the same man slid in behind to feel me up and run his hands all over my body pinching my nipples caressing my ass. I knew it was the same man by the way this touches felt though I had never seen his face in all the months.

on on days he was feeling adventurous he would slide his hand under my top to pinch my nipples directly or pull up my skirt to slide his hand in my panties fingering my wet pussy. as time went on he always manage to make me cum on his fingers right before I felt pull them out of me and felt his presence fade behind me knowing he’s just gotten off the train the stop before mine.

And one particular spring afternoon he was fingering me more aggressively than usual I could feel his hard cock in his pants rubbing up against my ass as his fingers slid in and out of me. then the train suddenly stopped and over over the speaker system the train conductor announced there was large debris on the track ahead and that unfortunately we would have to hold in place a little bit while it was removed.

I heard the stranger behind me chuckle softly in my ear. I then felt him fiddling behind my ass the next thing you know I felt my panties shoved aside and the unmistakable feeling of the head of a cock pressing against my pussy lips. he removed the hand fingering my pussy and used it to cover my mouth he whispered in my ear “not sound” as he slowly slid his cock inside me.

He started slowly to begin with. sliding his cock in and out of me I hated to admit it but it felt wonderful being used by a stranger in public. It took all my concentration not to moan aloud. As soon as he was sure I wouldn’t make a noise he removed his hand from my mouth leaving a trail of my own juices against my lips which I eagerly licked clean.

I then filled his hands slide under my top I thought to play with my nipples instead he pulled my top up completely exposing my tits pushing them into the window of the train car not that anyone could see we were still stuck in the darkened tunnel. But it still felt incredibly naughty having my tits on display in public, stranger pounded away at my pussy.

Just then the train conductor said we would be moving again in just a moment. I started to panic knowing as soon as we came out of this tunnel my tits would be on display for the whole city to see. instead of letting me pull down my top he grabbed my hands while pushing me harder into the window as he pounded away faster at my pussy.

Just as we pulled out of the tunnel I felt my orgasm overtake me I managed to stay silent but I knew anyone who looked at the train car would see my face in utter ecstasy and tits on display knowing exactly what was happening.

We were two stops away from his when I felt him slam into my pussy heard him grunt softly before I felt his hot cum fill me. He finally let go of my hands allowing me to pull my top down but he didn’t move his cock from inside me he kept giving gentle thrusts into me pushing his cum deeper inside me.

Just as we were about to pull into his station he pulled himself out of me wiped his messy cock on the edge of my skirt and tucked it back into his pants. I could feel his cum gushing out of my pussy and down my thighs I knew it was making a puddle on the floor below me. He leaned forward and whispered “same time tomorrow” gave my ass a gentle slap then moved away just as the doors were opening.

[nohighifyouredie]

a dream come true 😩