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@dreamydragonfruit
use me as a stress toy <3
just thinking about having a sleazy more experienced woman invade my personal space when I'm a little tipsy and shy at a club or party or something
and she keeps handing me drinks and telling me to relax and just have oooone more sip she promises, even though I think she said that the last ummm 4? 5? sips? it's so hard to keep track
and heyyy when did these other people come overrr and when did my top get pulled down? waaaait can... can everyone see my tits right now? is someone touching me?? and ohhh,.. she's tilting m- my head back and pouring anotherrr shot,. ,. into., my mouthhhh....ehehehe.,,.
women keep trying to do evil mindbreak hypnosis on me by being nice to me and telling me i'm doing a good job and offering me treats and saying i'm a really good girl and that i should try to be kinder to myself and maybe just take this moment to enjoy, just the two of us, no pressure, no mask, nothing more to be afraid of or to constrict or constrain, just be present and feel the warmth and comfort that comes from being cared for. theyre doing this because they want to hurt me sexually
the biggest challenge i have when topping is making myself stop.
i want to have her on her back, knees pressed up toward her chest, whining into my mouth as i fuck into her nice and slow. keeping my thrusts shallow at first, letting her adjust to the stretch. i’ll have one hand on her cheek, thumb stroking her jaw, and the other braced beside her head so i can watch her eyes roll back and every muscle in her face go slack when i finally bottom out.
she’ll cum once around me, and then again, and then again, each one messier than the last. she’ll be clawing at my shoulders, at the sheets, at my waist, mindlessly repeating my name and whatever slurred pleas she could piece together. i’ll feel her clench down around me, listening to the way her breath stutters between desperate sounds, and i’ll realize that i still need more. so i’ll keep going, chasing that fucked-out look in her eyes until she finally starts to go quiet, her body limp and twitching underneath me.
eventually i’ll force myself to slow my hips and ease out of her, eyes fixated on the way her body clenches around nothing. fighting to resist the urge to taste the mess i created. i’ll lay against the pillows and pull her up onto my chest, her cheek pressed against my collarbone, lips parted as she tries to remember how to breathe properly. her mind will be drifting, barely verbal, just soft little sounds dragged out on a broken exhale every time i shift. i’ll wrap my arms around her, one hand splayed over her back, the other reaching between our bodies, fingers slowly drifting back where they belong. and i know i won’t be able to stop touching her, just as well as i know she won’t stop me.
i’ll let my hand move almost without thinking, two fingers sliding through the mess i’d made of her, feeling how wet and warm and sensitive she still is. she’ll jerk immediately, a strained little whine catching in her throat as she buries her face against my neck. she’ll protest, almost enough to convince herself she doesn’t want it, and i’ll shush her sweetly between kisses to the top of her head. my fingers will press inside, slow and lazy, just to feel the way she flutters around me. no rhythm, no intention of getting her off again, just this indulgent need to keep her full of me, to feel every tiny twitch as she squirms. her nails will dig into my shoulder as she clings to me, legs shifting restlessly as she tries to get away and push closer at the same time. her protests will come out wrecked and useless, but every time my fingers curl, her hips will roll right back into my palm.
i’ll have her like that, draped over me and whining into my ear, teeth scraping my skin when a particularly sharp aftershock hits. i won’t even be fucking her properly anymore, just lazily dragging my fingers in and out, feeling how she clenches down on every slow thrust. the bed will be a mess beneath us, her thighs slick and trembling as she tries to hide her face from me, from what i’m doing to her. i’ll rub my free hand back and forth across her back, pretending this is soothing, pretending i’m just helping her come down, even as i can feel her building again in these tiny, involuntary waves she can’t control. she’ll be moaning into my neck, half sobs and half laughter, telling me i’m greedy, that i said we were done, that she can’t take another one, while her body tells a completely different story.
and i’ll keep going just like that, slow and selfish and so impossibly sweet, until all she can do is whine into my ear in that desperate and broken way that makes pulling away so impossible.
eat out your local succubus. i promise the hypnotic charm feels amazing
I wonder if angelgirls, since they're immune to charms like that, maybe just get a feeling like being really high for a little while
angelgirls passing around the succubus like a blunt and eating her out
Passing you around the halocule like a pufferfish among dolphins
i hate that i'm unironically fantasizing about this
massive group of thrillchasing angels who pass around a succubus until they somehow manage to reduce a demon of lust to an incoherent, babbling puddle of drool and cum crying from overstim but still begging for more
thinking about a pent-up butch fucking me desperately, dumb and whiny and stupid from how good my pussy feels, thanking me over and over and over again. they get close to coming, recognize the familiar feeling, alarm bells ringing in the distant rational corner of their brain. they go to pull out only to realize that my thighs have wrapped around their hips, caging them in. they begin to lose focus, whimpering at how good i feel on their extra sensitive cock, but they try to pull out again. and again, and again, only every few thrusts because they keep losing focus, but growing increasingly more frantic as my thighs tighten more and more.
i’m still moaning and whining, not reacting to their efforts to pull out, so they think maybe i just can’t tell what’s about to happen. “please, about to cum, need to,” and they continue to stumble over their words, breathy and pathetic and petulant sounding, still unable to fully stop fucking me in-between attempts to wiggle out of my grasp.
i don’t acknowledge their words either, but my hands go up and cup my bouncing tits and my fingers brush over my hard, flushed nipples, which harden even more at the contact. they choke out a whine, automatically, “oh god”, and their next thrust into me is even harder, without thinking. if they remembered they had hands wrapped around my hips they might have tried to use them, though not with any success. they whine and plead louder and louder, the stomach turning combination of fear and guilt and arousal all fuelling each other, even as the grip of my thighs become almost painful as they tighten more and more and they accept, horrified, that they’re going to have to cum inside me.
making her undo my belt, unzip my jeans, pull my boxers down. instructing her. "slower, baby. take your time." comforting her when her hands shake, if she fumbles, stroking her hair and petting her and cooing at her, "there you go, hon. give it a kiss...." all nice and sweet until i'm fucking her face and ignoring her crying
She has me bent over the bathroom counter, completely naked, forcing me to watch myself in the big mirror. Three of her fingers are buried deep in my dripping cunt, pounding me hard and fast while her other hand chokes my throat. Every brutal thrust makes my tits bounce shamelessly.
“Look at yourself,” she growls in my ear, tightening her grip. “Look how fucking nasty you look getting ruined.”
My eyes are glassy, mouth open, drooling as she finger-fucks me even harder. I can hear how wet and sloppy my pussy is with every thrust. My legs start shaking uncontrollably. She doesn’t stop. She just keeps choking me and slamming her fingers deep until I squirt all over her hand and the floor, screaming and twitching while I stare at my own pathetic, ruined face in the mirror.
pressing a vibrator against you. holding it still while you soak through your underwear and try to grind against my hand to get more friction. holding your hips down. "stay still for me, baby." feeling you shake against my palm. feeling how wet you are even through the fabric. pulling the vibrator away right when your breathing starts getting shakier. watching you clench desperately around nothing. watching a tear slide down. "aww." pressing the vibrator back right where it was. "not yet, baby. you'll know when."
Cheryl Blossom
Bent over on the bed, on your back, eyes covered, wrists bound to your ankles, tits squished together nice and pretty, fully free-use strap bait, and your partner warms you up, starts off with a fairly normal size toy, maybe just a little bigger than you're used to, and you're leaking a massive puddle with every thrust into you, and moaning all sorts of horny nonsense... and then you hear the sound of a pump being squeezed and you feel the strap inside you thicken...
And it's definitely more than you've been able to take before!
You try and beg them to take it slow, say how much it is, your pussy isn't used to anything that big! And your clit is hammering in time with your heartbeat and you're shaking when they start rubbing it super fast while they keep fucking you...
Then, before you've even gotten used to the current size, they squeeze the pump again and you whine, oh fuckkkk that's WAY too much! You're starting to sob, overstimulated from the stretch and the attention on your clit, and your partner shushes you, tells you it's okay! And then they take the hand on your clit and use it to push your own teat into your mouth, holding it there so your're forced to suck on it.
All the while, they're still fucking you, and you can't do anything about it, and your brain finally starts to shut off when the pump squeaks again, and all you can do is take it...
Hours later, your partner undoes the release on the strap and steps back, leaving the toy still lodged in you, and then you're dazzled, blinking in even the dim bedroom light. Your partner is behind you, one hand on your tit, groping, and the other circling around the end of the toy inside you. You're held up by their shoulder and your wrists and ankles are still bound, so you're forced to watch in the mirror beyond the foot of the bed as the toy is finally pulled out of you... You cum hard, and the evidence of all the other orgasms forced upon you joins it, flooding the bed further as your hole flutters vainly, the muscles exhausted and stuck where they've been forced for the past few hours.
You're so open, and you finally look properly at the toy, still inflated at the size it was removed from you...
How THAT managed to fit inside you, you have no idea. It makes you feel light-headed just looking at it.
You're still mesmerised by the unreal girth of the toy when you finally look and see your partner has a fist inside you, and it's not until they open their fingers and drag their fingertips along your g-spot and up to your cervix that you realise that's the first thing you felt, even though they're wrist-deep inside you.
robot, fascinated by human sexuality, wants to run some experiments on you. it presents a schedule to you, but you have to shut it down. you don't have time to get fucked six hours a day. it suggests an overlap; use that sleeping time of yours. it agrees to keep you and the bedsheets clean, and you start going to bed naked.
a couple months later, you figure it must have lost interest. a couple nights of very pleasant dreams, and waking up to feel awfully satisfied and maybe a little stretched and tingly, but nothing more than that. you haven't stopped going to bed naked; you've been sleeping so much better recently. it greets you as you exit your room, informing you that its experiments have resulted in you orgasming a grand total of one thousand times. before you can respond it hands you an external hard drive, and directs you to plug it in to a computer.
with it looking over your shoulder, you find that the 4tb drive is nearly full, with hours and hours of video of you being fucked while asleep. pages and pages of detailed analysis, with hard numbers on average orgasm timings, heartrate over time analyses, maximum size and lubrication of toys, genital fluid emission volume. some nights it only ran its digits over you, measuring heartrate and arousal levels. some nights it fucked you silly for nearly the whole night, with toys much larger than anything or anyone you'd ever taken. you wonder, briefly, why there's a toy in your mouth, and then your cheeks burn as you read "oral stimulation can reduce time to orgasm by up to 45 seconds on average"
you click on last night's video, and its technique is scarily efficient as it turns you over onto a waterproof mat, with a menacingly large tentacle strap-on on its hips. that night's dream comes back to you as you watch it push into you. each stroke is so hard, so deep, so familiar. the sounds of your muffled groans, its motors and fans humming and whirring almost drowned out by the plapping sound of it using you. metadata and annotations scroll across your second monitor. one stands out: orgasm estimated within 12 seconds and you watch as you cum around its toy. first orgasm at t plus 5:27 from initial penetration.
behind you, the robot beeps, to catch your attention. it's detected high levels of arousal from you. would you like it to relieve you?
“this is all for your pleasure but your pleasure is for me” is such a good dynamic. they can’t stop giving you more, more, more - can’t pull their fingers out of you, can’t stop hitting that one spot that makes you shiver. them fucking you selfishly, taking everything they want from you - and what they want is your pleasure.
by just-h3re
I often edge and play for so long and get overwhelmed and never end up recording much so I made a short compilation of different sessions
today you’re learning how to take my strap down your throat. i look up from my book, startled. she seems determined. come on, baby, get up. there’s a sense of urgency in the way she pulls me up and pushes my back against the nearest wall. you want to be good, don’t you? i smile at her, of course i do, miss. then get on your knees. as close to the wall as possible.
a few minutes later my vision is blurry from the tears in my eyes. it’s hard not to gag around her but she has been patient. kind of. honey, please try to make an effort. i don’t want to be rough with you. it’s a lie. she purposely chose the big strap. one hand tightening in my hair. the other pressed against the wall, steadying herself. i want to ask her to slow down but it’s just incoherent mumbles around her. she pulls out. slaps my face with her strap a few times. my saliva against my cheek. aww, is it too big? i nod. i want to please her, it was me who told her that i want to be able to take her, but i’m unsure now… can i?
don’t worry, i’ll help you. she pushes in again. except this time she takes two steps forward. effectively trapping my head against the wall and her groin. you’ll learn. one way or another. her next thrusts are sharper. the back of my head hitting the wall every time i try to pull away. with her hands on either side of my head, i can’t turn away either. that’s it, she coos, let me in. you can’t fight me.
eventually, it works. she pushes in until my face is pressed against her. pausing for a moment. admiring. you really are the perfect toy for me.
working you through your second orgasm while you sob against my neck, holding you close with one hand rubbing your back slow while the other keeps moving. “shh. i’ve got you. you did so well.” you shaking your head telling me you can’t, that it’s too much, and me pressing a kiss to your hair, your wet cheek, pulling you closer. “i know it is.” not stopping. feeling you shudder against me despite everything. “but look how good you’re being…look how well you’re taking it.” rubbing your back slow. pressing kisses to your face. “one more. just one more and i’ll hold you and tell you how perfect you were.” feeling you nod against my neck. barely. “good girl. my perfect girl. i’ve got you.“
I know it’s dangerous to walk through a poorly lit public park at three AM, but after two nights shattered by strange, unearthly howls I can’t keep my curiosity at bay any longer. I’ve always loved animals, and I’ve never heard anything like this before. I’m not too worried - the biggest creatures around here are deer, and the industrial flashlight I wield should make a decent weapon against human predators.
That musical howl pierces the night again and I veer towards the sound, picking my way through the dense brush and cursing my choice of shoes. The forest is so dense none of the full moon’s light shines through the canopy, leaving the floor in an impenetrable darkness. Even my flashlight doesn’t seem to help.
I crash through the woods in the general direction of the howl, but there’s no sign of any strange animals. There’s no sign of any animals, actually. No night birds sing, no crickets chirp. Even the wind through the leaves seems to have gone silent. The back of my neck prickles as if there are eyes on me, inexplicable terror freezing my blood in my veins.
The howl rips through the darkness like a tangible thing, echoing between the trees until it seems as if it’s coming from every direction at once. It’s closer now. Far too close.
I take off in a random direction like a startled rabbit, wild and thoughtless with animal terror. I don’t think about which way the path is, or the nearby highway. All I care about is getting away from what I can feel in my bones is a dangerous thing.
I don’t make it far before I hear footsteps behind me. Pounding, heavy steps, like whatever hunts me is taking massive bounding strides. Whatever it is must be huge, far bigger than any buck. I push myself to run harder, stumbling in my panic, but the creature grows closer by the second.
I hear it’s labored panting a moment before a crushing weight hits me from behind, forcing the breath from my lungs. My flashlight flies from my hand and into the dense brush, shrouding the trees in darkness. Suddenly I’m wheezing into the dirt, crushed to the earth by something heavy and hot and covered in thick fur. I can feel powerful muscles rippling against my back when it moves against me.
The monster shoves a wet nose against my neck, breathing heavily against my skin and inducing a shiver despite myself. A long, hot tongue swipes over me, followed by a growling groan. I’m too stunned to move, quivering in fear as I wait for this thing to devour me.
But the creature does no such thing. Instead it - or, he, as is quickly made abundantly clear - presses me more firmly into the ground with his hips, and I feel something hard and throbbing against my ass. The creature growls again, and I can feel the vibration of it against my spine. He pushes into me rhythmically, rutting against me, and a new terror floods through me.
I begin to struggle again with renewed desperation, clawing at the damp forest floor to drag myself out from under this beast. The only thing worse than being killed by him was being fucked by him, surely. He huffs in annoyance - a strangely human sound - and an impossibly strong arm matted with fur is shoved under my chest, holding me firmly against him. A giant hand paws roughly down my side, curved claws catching in the fabric and tearing it away as if it were paper.
He only seems to grow more excited when I’m exposed to the chill night air. I’m both shocked and ashamed to feel wetness cooling between my legs. The monster’s insistent humping grows more frantic, his throbbing cock slipping between my cheeks and rubbing over my pussy as he tries to line himself up with my dripping hole. I thrash beneath his weight, desperate to get away before he can ruin me. In response, hot breath washes over the back of my neck. Long, sharp teeth clamp gently around my throat, just hard enough to dent the flesh. I stop struggling immediately, the message clear.
The head of the creature’s cock pokes at my entrance and I can’t muffle my gasp. It’s so hot, so big, I can feel just the tip stretching me. He gives me no time to fall back into fear, shoving into me as deep as he can manage with a satisfied groan that rattles the teeth against my neck. I cry out, afraid I’ll be split in two. It’s far bigger than anything I’ve ever taken. I’ve never felt so utterly full before.
The monster pumps into me at a steady pace, the hand wrapped around my chest cupping my belly instead, pulling my hips more firmly into every thrust until I’m sure the head must be in my womb. His grunts and the wet sounds of his cock pounding into me fill my ears, his jaws flexing around my throat. I’m ashamed to feel arousal dripping down my thighs, familiar heat growing in my stomach despite the ache of being stretched so completely. How could this be turning me on?
I don’t know how long he fucks me into the dirt. I stop caring after awhile, unable to focus on anything but the constant, powerful in-and-out of his cock, the heat and weight of him keeping me exactly where he wants me. I can’t keep my choked moans hidden anymore, new sounds pushed from my lips every time he bottoms out. The pleasure keeps growing, the pain gone entirely as my body molds itself to this unknown monster’s cock. My thighs begin to quiver with the ecstasy of it, stomach tightening under his claws and pussy fluttering around his throbbing dick.
The creature’s thrusts increase their speed, the movement of his hips becoming jagged and fevered. His fangs, still clamped around my neck, tighten enough to draw blood. His grip tightens until my bones creak beneath the strain. My moans are more like sobs now, my fingers clawing into the dirt. I’m dimly aware of the beast pushing into me one final time, of his hips grinding hard against my ass, of the long, satisfied growl that rumbles in his chest, as I’m finally forced into orgasm.
I shudder helplessly in his iron grip as my entire body clenches almost painfully, my pussy contracting violently around his cock. Scalding heat floods my belly, rope after burning rope of it stuffing me impossibly fuller with every powerful throb. His dick seems to grow somehow larger as he cums, and the renewed ache only makes me spasm harder.
After long moments of grunting and twitching and writhing we both melt into the forest floor, spent. He’s still rutting into me, gently now, his cock twitching and somehow still hard. I try again, weakly, to drag myself away from him and quickly find that I can’t - his dick really did get bigger, lodged inside me for as long as he’s erect with a seal so tight not a drop of his cum has leaked out. I can only hope one round is enough for this thing.
I sag beneath him with a defeated whimper, mewling pathetically when the sound makes him push into me a little harder. It’s going to be a long night…